Mr. Lasseter

“ oh, i don’t mind the ‘zombie eyes’, though you do look like you’re having a ROUGH morning there, buddy. or was it a sough night ? ”

for the first time in weeks aika was finally home but they might as well have still be back in seoul because no matter how hard they tried they couldn’t get a wink of sleep. grumbling softly to themselves about how much bullshit their life was before rolling onto their stomach to grab a blunt. sparking the tobacco aika watched the smoke twist and bend as it disappeared into the night before forcing themselves to their feet, skipping down the hallway towards the other’s apartment not even caring that with each hop the giant tee shirt she was wearing exposed the underwear that barely covered their body. “ please entertain me, i know it’s half past the witching hour but at least i come bearing weed ? ”

    hands ENTANGLED with christmas lights , a curse falls from his lips . expression twisting into one of disdain .  ❝ this christmas tree was not a good idea . ❞ a soft shake of his head as he slowly disentangles the wires .  ❝ or maybe it was all the vodka . ❞ a slight grin , bordering on intoxicated . veins humming with the familiar kick of it all .  ❝ thanks for keeping me company , help yourself to the alcohol as long as you don’t bust out into any christmas carols . we don’t need a repeat of thanksgiving .  ❞