#zeumus

[blossomists]

@zeumus ✿ would you like some strawberry milk ??

✿     "Leave it to Miss. Punctual to be a full twenty minutes early.”

Sitting on the couch in the living room of the TKO dorm, Victoria’s nose wrinkled when she heard Romeo talking to Remus at the top of the stairs. Yet, she tried not to allow herself to be phased by it, she was far too used to it by now. Even if at times it would get under her skin just how much he seemed to gun for her. But, that was a thought for another day. Instead right now, she was patiently waiting for Remus to come down the stairs so they could be on their way. Seeing that almost all the boys had made plans among themselves, she immediately took it upon herself to swoop in and snatch him up before he said he was busy also. Bouncing her leg as she waited, the blonde had to stop herself from anxiously fidgeting with one of the French braids that she’d begged Honor to put in her hair. Was she usually like this with most people? Certainly not, but then again, in her mind, Remus wasn’t most people. But, that was solely in her mind.

“Remi, please stop letting the grim reaper stall you. I really want a milkshake,” the girl called from the bottom of the stairs, having stood from where she was perched on the couch.

[milkoua]

hey, @zeumus , are you lactose intolerant?

||     The distinct smell of grease and fried food filled Milk’s nostrils as she entered one of the many 24 hour diners in Seoul and scanned the lace for her company. Leave it to anyone from TKO to be the cause for her rushing out of her apartment this late, but she wasn’t complaining. It was almost as though she had taken on the life long duty of den mother when she had helped mentor them before and after their debut, though she hadn’t been part of their company. As fate would have it, Crown finally brought the two groups together and and that allowed the boys easier access to her. Which, was probably what had prompted Remus to call herat a quarter to midnight talking about how he’d left his wallet in his dorm. And, in typical Milk fashion, she was on her way before he had even finished explaining.

Spotting the familiar teen sitting perched atop a bar stool, she went to join him. His eyes were fixated on the television when she sat down, but even without looking up the audio enough was a dead giveaway of what was on the screen. “Come with me... Airplane... Remi.” The elder laughed at herself as she switched up the words to the music video for Sugar’s song that was playing. Poking his cheek gently with a smile, Milk looked down at the menu that was resting in front of Remus. “What are we getting, hm?”