ᴄᴀᴠɪᴀʀ & ᴄɪɢᴀʀᴇᴛᴛᴇs

160721 | ziont 야아앙 (yaaay) ☀️

“I will always remember you like fuck, what would I do without you? You are my first friend I made around town, that’s so fucking crazy. Once I win my damn Grammy  I’ll call out your name and fucking flash my boobs I don’t fucking know.” Obviously Adore didn’t think she’d ever get an award but it was just her quirky way of showing her excitement.

A soft smile laced itself on Freddie lips as he placed a hand on his chest and let out a relieved sigh. “Good, very good. I’m not sure  what I would do without Adore and her oh-so lovely self.” He mused with a small chuckle. “You know what this celebration deserves? To pop some bottles.” Of Champagne of course.

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Apparently the eyes topic was closed now and Adore really had nothing to argue about that. So instead a smile came to her lips that was so filled with happiness that the expression reached he light blue eyes and she looked rather adorably up to him. “Bitch yes I have! People in the scene even buy my albums now it’s so fucking cool, can you imagine? I worked my ass off in a lot of clubs in Seoul after all. You know what, I deserve one of your cakes!”

Her enthusiasm was contagious and soon a large smile found its way onto Freddie’s lips. He felt excited and very proud of her, knowing how hard she had worked for it after all. “Mm, you know, I think you do as well.” He replied, “Now, I have to remind you to remember the little guys once you’re big, yeah?”

Erika couldn’t help but look at him with raised brows and let out a soft laugh as she shakes her head. “Thanks, I guess.” She says, taking a moment to look around his room and takes a seat on his bed. “Just… Let me know when you’re ready to go.”

Licking over his lips, Freddie stood in front of his closet at the array of different sweaters and pursed his lips. He might have been close to being a bum but he would be damned if he actually have to look like one. Finally, he picked out a gray pullover and put it on, taking his keys afterwards. “Is your stomach fully empty now?”

‘Freddie’ flashes on her phone screen and she’s glad to have some sort of distraction from her ongoing project. Raven drops her brush in its container before wiping her paint-stained hands on a small hand cloth. Quickly answering the phone before its too late, she brings the device up to her ear, “Hey––Help?” Her brows furrow immediately at the single word, striking alarm in her body. She stands abruptly and begins to head out before she utters any more. “Where are you? What do you need?”

He was in complete silent distress. Obviously, if he made a lot of noise, it would ruin the situation. Not to mention, he was not a very yell-y sort of person. Slowly reaching over to grab the broom, Freddie held the phone close against his ear as he replied. “An owl…is in..my kitchen. IN my kitchen. My actual kitchen.” He whispered.