dixnyscs !
Crinkled forehead showed his confusion; Chan would’ve laughed at the words if it weren’t for the disgust lingering in the other’s eyes. Hadn’t Cinna been the one to invite him there? He was the one who constantly phoned Chan, texted him, jesus christ they were even on facetime until Cinna had fallen asleep just the night before. How had his opinion changed just so drastically? “What I stand for?” he questioned, keeping his tone calm and collected so he didn’t spur the other on further; the last thing he needed was to be shunned from his favourite cafe, “Cinna, you’re talking absolute shit. What the fuck is wrong with you today?”
there is only so much he can take. granted, it’s not much. cinna has the emotional range of a cactus. it’s enough when it’s too much for him. he doesn’t bother working things out and finds it much easier to put distance between himself + the distractions he is faced with. he can already hear nova’s shrill voice scolding him for not being more fucking careful. “what is wrong with me? it’s YOU. how long do i have to pretend to be interested in all these trivial things you go on and on about? don’t you have any shame? just shut up already. i’m not your friend. hell, i can barely stand you.”










