nodus tollens

Recently my inspiration to write anything has reached an embarrassing low, and I apologize for my inactivity here. That said, school is also starting and I’d like to put Connor on official indefinite hiatus. Which pretty much means he’ll be out for a bit, and I’m not sure for how long (I may log on occasionally to reply to something??!!??). I doubt I’ll be on hiatus for the entire school year, but I can’t make any promises about being back soon. ; ; 

( sms - connor ) bro… it’s pelted with eggs

( sms - connor ) wHAT DO I DO!!! WHAT HDO I I O

( sms - connor ) usEJWDSWJ!??

( TXT: Chase ) pelted??? with?? eggs??

TEXT PROMPT !!

[ status: accepting. ] 

( TXT: Minah ) Nah come over when you can and we’ll get you a real phd

TEXT PROMPT !!

[ status: accepting. ] 

( TXT: K(itty)Soo ) Alright then.

TEXT PROMPT !! 

[ status: accepting. ] 

( TXT: Chase ) sounds like a personal problem

     “Phone.. Phone, I’ll grab it–” He helps the poor victim get settled in the back seat before he darts back out, snatching the phone and he also makes the move to quickly lock up the cart to the nearest pole. He’s positive he’ll get a ticket and all the flowers will be stolen by the time he gets back, but there’s not much you can do about that. It doesn’t take long before the doe-eyed florist is seated next to the broken boy, apron and all, and the cab driver waits for a break in traffic before pulling out into the street and away from the curb, and the drive ensues. “We’re not too far,” Kyungsoo reassures the other, handing over the mobile device. He’s trying to calm his nerves. It genuinely seems like the other isn’t angry, so that’s one thing off of the redhead’s shoulders. Though– the guilt is still there.

He’s most definitely going to have to make it up to this kid.

         Ten minutes later the cab pulls up to the hospital and Kyungsoo pays the fare, stepping out and beckoning to a nurse, who brings out a wheelchair and waits outside the car door. “I’ll help you out, c’mon–” The shorter says, waiting for the stranger to unbuckle himself.

   “Thanks--” Connor has barely enough time to utter his gratitude as the florists hurriedly hops out of the cab, plucking his phone off the ground before handing it him. The student gives his phone a tiny frown, childishly narrowing his eyes in the slightest. This is your fault, he telepathizes to the device. Which is lie, and Connor knows it. As the door is pulled shut, he takes notice of the florist’s lone cart, tempted to say something albeit he can anticipate the answer. They pull into traffic and in reply to the other’s reassurance he hums. The brief car ride is spent in silence, and throughout the duration of it, Connor debates whether or not to start some small talk. Or even perhaps, ask for his name. 

“Oh, right,” Jongdae would have rubbed the back of his neck then, if he could, but his arms being full he settled for a quiet sigh instead. The cat was beginning to settle - since when did he become a cat salesman? “It’s real easy, just feed it twice a day some nice can of cat food,” he shook his head, seeing the man’s doubt and dismissal. “Ah… don’t worry, I’ll try next door or something.”

No, no eighteen wheelers.. /He taps the pen against his plush lower lip, doodling a small shiba inu on the top right corner of the notepad before he tucks everything away and takes a bottle of water from one of the cup holders, twisting the cap off and sipping from it.; I don’t think it’d be fair of my to keep a dog when my place is so small. I know the garden is big– but can you imagine a dog running through it, digging everything up? /He shakes his head a little– feeling like a strict dad or something.; You can hurry and graduate and get a big house and get three dogs, how about that? Hah.

“You just have to say me that every time!” They’re fighting again, and it’s because of something stupid. She can’t really be with someone as aggressive as her, not in anyway, although Conner could compensate with her own personality, they could pass off as twins, if she’s lucky enough to boost her height a bit more so she wouldn’t struggle with his, but then again they met in a somewhat chanced fate–they became partners in a social experiment of both schools that they attend to, Suji found herself getting close to him, and she could at least partake in the fact that he feels the same thing.

Now she has no idea how this conversation started but she knew that if their competitive side gets them at their best, no one would win, and they’ll end up walking on the other side of the road without putting their fight aside. She sighs, fingers brushing her hair as she tucks some loose strands behind her ear, lips pursing a little in contemplation on what to say next.

“Alright, fine. Don’t go Tony Stark on me, you and I know the real Hulk is you.” she flips a page of the book she’s reading ahead, watching his every move now as she shakes her head in terms of lifting the conversation into a lighter note. “So, what about you get us some toffee cupcakes for us to eat, hm? Your treat, of course.”

   Connor had somehow found himself roped into some bullshit program held by his university and Seoul National. Which led to his unconsented pairing with a certain Bae Suji. The first few weeks the two spent studying together had been rough to say the least, their terribly similar personalities constantly clashing with one another. Even as the pair grew quite close, their incessant bickering never seemed to end. 

   Their current argument, a long-winded conversation in which he’s forgotten the conflict of, has him quoting The Avengers, again. And as Suji finally begins to give up, Connor does also. 

His eyes are met first to a hard expanse of someone’s chest, to which Jongdae’s eyebrows raise an inch, and then as his gaze rolled upwards, to the eyes of the man who bore such a chest, he blinked, vaguely flustered. The cat chooses that precise moment to start mewling and trying to clamber over his shoulder so his attention turns to try and drag the thing back into his arms and jabs a thumb over his shoulder as a sort of mild direction. “Found it back out on the street, I’m not so sure it belongs to anyone,” Jongdae’s lips press into a firm line of disappointment and he looks back over at the other man, “have you ever wanted a cat?”