* i'll fly --

"What are you doing here?"

well—you know, anything is better to do in class than actually listening. (` he grins, the occasional appearance of a “student” too lazy to come in every day (or any day, really) is undoubtedly the one student with nothing but a can of tea and chips on his desk — though sehun supposes he can’t be faulted, he had come originally for an instruction course of mimcries—not to listen to a substitute drone on ) at least people are keeping busy.

that's true but like... have some shame about those arrowhead peens. and why the fuck are you highlighting them-- { ° — mouths, 'he's highlighting them.'  glances at said artist, lips downturning before something dawns upon her; claps her hands together } shit, it's mutant porn.  { ° —  snickers } it's fucking-- hey, do you know anyone like that?  glowing limbs i mea-- { ° —  lips crook into a grin as she remembers something } is jeongguk a glower?  

nobody was picking at your character, tina, i was just replying to what you had to say. or do you prefer it when i keep my mouth shut and sit here looking like i’m actually riveted by what you have to say?

oink, oink, i'm just doing the same-- replying to what you had to say. { ° — grin extends before she releases a scoff } i'm not forcing this conversation on you anyways--you're totes free to opt out and spare me of repressing my gag reflex. { ° — :~) }

…i don’t know whether to ask if you look at gay porn a lot or, if you don’t, why you know what good gay porn is supposed to look like

{ ° — lip curls } shit art is shit art, dickless or nah, hahayi.  nice of you to pick at my character though, considering the fact you're the psycho bitch wh-- { ° — pauses, grinning } should i continue?  or are you gonna stab me again? 

[sms] I DON’T HAVE THE CALVES TO HOP AWAY FAST ENOUGH

{ sms: curator-sama } TIME TO START DOING SOME SQUATS YOU LIMA BEAN

{ ` ∗ it’s difficult, but jubilee manages to convince the boss that she’s sick with pitiful whines and a finger down her throat when the old woman wasn’t looking and soon — soon the girl is practically skipping down the streets with a water bottle in hand and her phone in the other } where the fuck is that arc—yah! TINA! { ` ∗ she shouts, spotting black platforms and skinny ankles above anything else as she makes way for the girl, grinning from ear to ear }  i’m here now—you a grandma yet?

{ ° — looks up from her phone immediately, a swish of dark hair and a flash of a grin accompanying the gesture } FINALLY. { ° — generic old people wheezing noises } i'm your grandma's grandma now, you slow bitch-- { ° — coughs, reverting back to normal speech as she rises; already over the gag, eyes curving as she marvels jubilee's speed } so how did you escape the actual grandma this time?