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[songziyi-blog]

OPEN.

( kkt ) remember that hoodie i “lost” a while ago? ( kkt ) i’m pretty sure you were wearing it yesterday :/ ( kkt ) you thief !!! what do you have to say for yourself

[nxrii]

&& open

The cafeteria lights were dimmed and the whole building seemed rather quiet, except for the sound of a mop hitting the dirty floor. The night shift was, strangely enough, one of Nari’s favourite times. A time when the other staff were spread out and so Nari could line her physics worksheets across the tables and use her mop as a fake dancing partner. Today was no different, except she’d replaced her classical playlist with something more groovy. As she began to swing her mop and bust a hip to ‘Saturday Night Fever’ an unwelcome cough brought a faint blush to her cheeks. Too EMBARRASSED to turn around, she merely coughs out a sentence. 

‘Sorry, we are um, CLOSED.’ 

[jcannakim-blog]

with a silky, deep ruby cocktail dress currently adorning her five foot figure, joanna’s four inch heels enable her to NOT be completely lost in the sea of people at the gala, black locks gently curled and cascading down her mid-back. in truth, she isn’t fond of these functions — perhaps because of her unfamiliarity with the atmosphere and having to walk in those fucking shoes for much of the night, seeing people with copious amounts of money in one room and knowing she’d only make one tenth of their net worth if she  e v e r  makes the impact that she desires in her career ( not that she fucking CARES about money that much, but nonetheless ) — though the presence of a bar makes things a little more bearable, which explains why she’s perched on a chair, flipping her hair back and away from her face, while the elder guests exchanges hellos and fellow students seem to follow her lead. for instance, the others beside her who are waiting for their chance to order a drink like herself. “ that poor fuck’s SWAMPED by that herd of profs over there, ” she states, to no one in particular, while scrolling through her instagram to pass the time, “ while the other bartender’s mia, don’t know why they only have one dude serving before all the boring shit starts, but... ” she tsks with a quick tilt of the head, liking someone’s photo of their outfit for the event. it’s not boring overall, of course, but the amount of speeches she’s bound to hear later in the evening could put her to sleep much faster than a couple of strong drinks... something she might not be getting anytime soon, much to her chagrin.

[jcannakim-blog]

hey y’all, whipping out a cute gif of an Angel for further persuasion bc this is a STARTER CALL ! tbh i have a lengthy assignment due at the end of the week ( on good fucking friday. @soc department fuck you too ig ?? ) to finish, so don’t expect me to have them all up early in the week. anyways just like this or im me if you’d like one, i might need a couple of ideas from you if we still haven’t plotted yet or haven’t finished doing so !

[kyvhas-blog1]

"you know, i really don’t think this is a good idea.” kyuha said quietly. “i’ve never even not done a piece of homework before, how do you expect me to vandalize a car?!” kyuha had made the mistake of telling someone about a negative experience he had with one of his professors. “i mean all he did was call me a know it all, but i know he’s just jealous i know more about the subject than he does. cryptography is really not that hard,” kyuha paused. “rambling again. sorry.”

the male crossed his arms, sighing uncomfortably. “i didn’t even have the proper clothes to wear, i only have sweater vests and button up shirts. i only have matching pajamas and my ‘lazy clothes’ and sweaters my grandma gave me and jeans.” he sighed. kyuha was pretty pissed at his teacher for making fun of him in front of the whole class.

“maybe we could hack into his computer or something... i know codes and decoding things, hacking should be like second nature to me.”