𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜 𝖜𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖗

( RYAN POTTER, 25, CIS MALE, HE/HIM ) * hey, i’m looking for the office of HIDETO MORI. they’re the EMPLOYEE who’s known around the office as THE NETIZEN, if that helps ? not to be a gossip, but i’ve heard that they’re SPONTANEOUS but ENVIOUS, is that true ? i also heard that they’re the one who BROUGHT THEIR FERRET PET TO THE OFFICE MULTIPLE TIMES. anyways, here’s the coffee they ordered.

hello!! this cyllene ( but y’all can call me cy ), i’m twenty-eight & i go by he/him pronouns. hide is a brand new muse that came to my mind when i visited the main for the 9583984th time & i finally decided to join. he’s a very creative, social butterfly that has multiple secrets kept under his sleeve, so i can only hope we’ll get to develop him & get him to where i picture him to be!! it’ll be kind of a rushed intro, but hopefully i’ll write down a more detailed biography when i’m able to.

               𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓   𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆   from   the   fashion   floor   must’ve   been   exhausting   ,   but   minnie   was   three   quarters   of   her   way   through   a   bottle   of   wine   in   a   starbucks   tumbler   before   her   lunch   break   and   the   music   was   blasting   .   “   i’d   rather   be   drunk   but   at   least   i’m   aliiiiiiive   ,   ”   she   sing-songs   to   herself   ,   laughing   at   the   irony   of   the   lyrics  .   she   chews   the   reusable   plastic   draw   between   her   teeth   as   she   compares   some   of   the   photos   she   has   pinned   to   a   board   on   the   wall   .   if   the   pop   playlist   was   disturbing   anyone   ,   she   didn’t   seem   to   care   ,   instead   finding   herself   sorting   through   the   mountain   of   fabrics   ,   photos   and   forms   in   the   room      (   though   mostly   dancing   ,   instead   )   

— how was he supposed to focus on this week’s task when all he can hear are loud pop songs about everything irrelevant in the universe with the catchiest tunes & worst written lyrics ? it’s shameful enough that he was tapping his foot against the floor to the rhythm of a few of them but it’s even more damning that he had to stand up to request for a fifth time to tone the party down when it’s not even a fucking friday. by now he knows that knocking isn’t the answer, so he grabbed the tip of the mountain of fabrics to throw them at the girl’s face & make it clear he’s here to fight.  ❝ um, hello !? am i speaking english right now ? i sure hope i am, because i’m here to ask you again to please lower the volume of your music. b- hold up, ❞ he mumbled after cautiously analyzing the scene before him. ❝ are you drunk ? ❞

Allison wasn’t sure how she had ended up working on the paper trail for all the company spending’s. She wasn’t even sure why there needed to be a paper trail in the first place. ‘In case of an outage’ her boss had said. Well, she thought having an external hard drive as a backup was much more reasonable, but who was she to say anything? Snap. The lead of her pencil broke for the third time- probably from the heavy hand of her frustrated writing. She reached for the pencil sharpener, stopping short when she saw how small the Pencil had gotten. “It’s bad enough I have a to write all this by hand, the least they could do is give me a *mechanical* pencil.”

@masterspost

— who wouldn’t have a conversation with oneself when one’s performing the monotonous job that they’re ought to find before them when working for a prestigious company ? if anything, this is probably the healthiest one can do before losing their mind when doing the same task one after the other, but shouldn’t he be grateful that he does what he loves for a living ? the question is tricky & it probably wouldn’t stand a chance before the jury if he was to be found guilty for murder ( not like he feels like crisping some colleague nuggets like others ). or maybe he should stop watching law & order svu... isn’t trash addicting though ? ❝ why don’t you buy your own ? ❞ he responds without realizing ? & holds a hand out to offer an apology for managing to multitask & pay attention to what she was saying. ❝ sorry. my mind’s been doing this thing where it starts to act on its own but the idea is good. why are you doing that ? it’s better to do it on computer & then print it, right ? ❞

“ hey – there’s a reason that, like, half the best artists are alcoholics. ” maybe if she were sober ( or, if nothing else, slightly more so ), she would’ve thought twice about that sentence – but it could’ve been worse ! she could’ve brought up the deaths ! and… come on… from jim morrison to ernest hemingway, there was some truth there. “ no, no – you’ve got a point. that bathroom’s like an escape room, we need to keep going before one of us gets trapped. ” she rambled along, offering a single clap as he performed a very swift and questionable motion ? baseball, maybe ? “ i mean, to be totally fair, i work with the guy. it’s probably just, like, in the back of my head all the time. ” okay, so maybe he didn’t always look like a grease monkey – alice was still going to stand by it though ! anyone with thousands upon thousands who might still use 3-in-1 is a grease monkey ! “ no, okay – that’s perfect. and we can, like, plagiarize the ‘polly’ riff. we might get sued, but i think it’d be worth it. molly wants a… temptress ? ” god, it was hard to not follow that up with ‘cracker.’ “ yeah, i think so ! and, like, ‘dead flowers,’ right ? ” … were they really skimming over the most obvious lucy in the sky with diamonds one ? didn’t buy it was about a kid’s painting for one second. “ alright, but you never answered my question. blues brother, ‘40s crooner, or nice guy ? ” as he began going through his non-existent thought process regarding the fedora, the amusement she was getting from it just grew and grew. the only people who could wear fedoras and still be endearing were the blues brothers, 1940s crooners, and guys like hide who were deeply pained by their fault. “ all publicity is good publicity ! ” a lie if ever she’d heard one… but for people who longed for fame ! “ i don’t know, though. i mean, subjecting everyone to seeing a fedora might be, like, a little worse than third-degree homicide. one of the songs is definitely gonna be dedicated to it. ” what else had to be covered ? ah… yes. “ yes, ” she stated, showing more confidence than she had ever had before… in her entire life.

— ❝ that’s a very problematic thing for you to say out loud & i’m afraid i’ll have to cancel you for being so chaotic, ❞ he mumbled with a feigned tint of disappointment in his words as he took his phone out to tap on the screen without actually doing something & pretend to be messaging the group chat of the company. but noticing how bad his joke had landed, even between two drunken individuals, he opted to open up his camera app & pointed it at both of them before snapping a picture of them. ❝ this picture will be attached when you get exposed & i am revealed to be the mastermind behind it. just wait & see. but wait, you work for the 3-in-1 guy ? yikes. i never thought much about him, to be honest. i just thought he looked dead inside most of the time but when i heard the rumor about his hair product usage, everything started making sense to me, you feel me ? maybe the grease has somehow gotten into your nostrils while being around him ? i’m sure that’s some dangerous shit & you are becoming one with him already. oh, like a horcrux !! ❞ hide found the idea spectacular & even though his note was plastered with typos that made no sense ( fuck autocorrect, he was a man who lived surrounded by danger ), he was to add the ideas both of them were coming up with slowly. ❝ we might get sued. but it’s alright. listen, if lana del rey could settle a lawsuit against her by radiohead, i believe we could do much better. we’ve got the looks, we’re charming. it’s a sealed deal, love. but now tell me, what in the hell was i am the walrus ? that really is like having a trip without doing anything. i have even wondered to myself am i high ? did i finally do it ? while listening to it.❞ hide tilted his head to one side to have a better view of her look to have a proper point of view free from any cringe induced judgment. ❝ i respectfully think you look like a hot blues brother, very very nice.. but not like the nice guys, you know ? a better nice. i actually look like a nice guy with really stunning eyebrows & that’s the tea. ah, but that’s the phrase i was looking for. sometimes i still have a hard time coming up with the most common shit ever. then when i go back to tokyo i’m lost too. it’s crazy. ❞ what he hated the most about alcohol were the highs & downs one was to be a subject to, something he pertinently observed as he was reaching a new high again. ❝ alright, so tell me something you haven’t told anyone before. is that too daring for me to ask ? maybe just something you haven’t told to anyone in the office. here, let me start... uh, i very much enjoy playing fortnite. & yes, that implies that i have fought tweens when they’re toxic & not doing shit for our squad. am i making sense or am i too drunk again ? ❞

⠀     ⠀ ⠀ 𝐒𝐇𝐄  𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓  𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍  remember  why  she  was  so  upset  with  him  in  the  first  place  ,  but  his  comments  in  the  group  chat  were  causing  her  an  immense  amount  of  annoyance  .  yeah  ,  she  probably  hurt  him  ,  but  it  wasn’t  like  she  was  some  heartless  bitch  .  the  situation  didn’t  end  well  for  her  either  ,  but  she  wasn’t  openly  making  comments  about  him  to  everyone  until  he  did  .  she  actively  tried  to  avoid  him  .  “  i’m  not  a  little  girl  !  ”  valencia  shouted  in  a  tone  that  resembled  a  whine  .  now  that  was  getting  old  .  she  was  not  a  child  &  she  was  tired  of  that  comment  being  thrown  at  her  .  she  struggled  in  irritation  as  her  arms  were  restraint  .  why  was  he  bigger  than  her  ?  she  didn’t  even  have  the  strength  to  try  to  get  out  of  his  grip  because  there  was  no  way  she  was  going  to  win  .  “  so  because  someone  is  tall  i  can’t  defend  myself  ?  that  bitch  could  be  a  skyscraper  &  i’m  not  gonna  sit  around  &  have  someone  punch  me  &  not  defend  myself  !  ”  she  continued  to  yell  ,  not  caring  if  it  pissed  him  off  .  he  was  pissing  her  off  all  night  &  so  why  should  she  care  ?  “  now  you  want  to  talk  about  the  shit  that  happened  ?  why  now  ?  because  you  don’t  want  people  to  look  at  you  weird  ?  well  ,  who  the  fuck’s  fault  is  that  when  you  kept  bringing  my  fucking  name  up  over  &  over  .  you  look  a  little  obsessed  to  me  .  ”  she  practically  taunted  ,  taking  a  step  towards  him  .  “  you  know  what  ,  it’s  still  fuck  you  !  because  i  don’t  give  a  fuck  about  you  ,  those  bitches  ,  or  anybody  else  but  my  fucking  self  !  if  you’re  not  gonna  tell  me  what  i  did  to  you  ,  let  me  go  &  get  out  of  my  damn  face  !  ”   she  knew  she  was  lying  because  she  did  care  ,  but  in  the  moment  she  was  too  pissed  to  speak  rationally  .  her  adrenaline  was  pumping  &  all  she  wanted  to  do  was  scream  as  loud  as  she  could  .

— knowing the girl’s m.o. it would be easy to assume the anger boiling up from within her ( tiny ) body was due to witnessing the way someone could run their mouth about her existence openly & not hiding behind a very thin veil, very much like she would do. while he wasn’t entirely sure if she’d spoken ill about him before his outing in front of the company’s chat, it’s definite that she’s equally embittered by the sad circumstances that made the impossible remain as it was. right ? no. that’s actually unrealistic. for as much as he cared, she never did & it’s an L he could take without giving himself any hope for something that had only been in his head. it still is so fucking infuriating though !! the mere thought of it, along with the loud screaming of the girl was causing his nostrils to flare. how was he supposed to handle the situation ? he had enough of a bad reputation to suddenly become the guy who is known for dragging banshees to the bathroom in order to silence her screeching. ❝ you may not be a little girl but you truly behave like one. if you don’t like being called like that then fucking grow up, maybe ? have you considered it ? i’m certain your little head filled with air would’ve thought about it already, little girl. ❞ his tone of voice was still low. both of his eyes moving from one spot to the other of the dancefloor, verifying they’re not being stared at too intently. ❝ stop calling people bitches. i wonder how you know who is one ? you probably see yourself reflected in them. you can easily defend yourself without being awful to others. also, you wouldn’t need to defend yourself if you weren’t talking shit about others to begin with. it’s a cause & effect, darlin’. easy. a simple 2 + 2 = 4. ❞ for the love of everything sacred in the universe... if she continued to yell he would easily lose it & to do it in front of an audience was never a wise choice. thankfully being beaten up by her words is painful enough that his anger became dull & he could only smile awkwardly to her as she kept spitting out venom towards him. it was evident not even the son of a famous rockstar could be deserving of something nice. or what he had assumed it would be. ❝ alright. no winners in this house. you don’t care, while i do & a lot. i’ve thoroughly expressed it to you & all you can do is flip off at me. got the message. next time you wonder why the fuckity fuck i never brought it up to you while i was sober & when things could’ve been fixed, please reflect on your god awful attitude, you fucking spoiled brat. you want me out of your damn face ? cool. i’ll fuck off & you can enjoy being alone, just the way that you love it. with no one’s attention on little miss i need even more attention, hm ? what a contradiction. i need a fucking drink. ❞

“I don’t know, I’m pretty sure that someone just handed the shots to me and I drank it without questioning it… Let’s just stop talking about this.” Joey said while he shook his head, waving his hand in front of him as in a way to say that he was done with that conversation. Seeing that the other had agreed to sit down somewhere, Joey smiled as he grabbed the other by the arm and carefully dragged him so the two could sit down. Once they were both settled, Joey looked at the other as he spoke. “Wait, is that like your superpower? You can sense when people had sex? That’s pretty awesome…” He said as he looked around for a little, trying to figure out who it was - it didn’t shock him that people at a party like thise were having sex. “I wish that were me, at least I know I would be having way more fun.” He said with a small chuckle. “Not that you’re not fun or anything, but you know… Sex is awesome.” He said with a nod, before he leaned back on his seat and looked at Hide. “Who’s fighting?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

— ❝ alright. i won’t bring it up anymore. i think i would get sick myself if you needed to be taken to the bathroom. i’ve never been good with that kind of shit. it’s nothing personal, ❞ he clarified to joey before fanning his hand right before his face hoping this would bring at least some relief to how he was currently feeling. it was evident that his current state of mind wasn’t the best so he supposed the best thing was just to check his current temperature & how truly affected he was by alcohol. the back of his hand was gently resting against the forehead of the young man when the question lands & bursts like a bomb that evenly spread out heat on his cheeks. ❝ uh, i doubt it’s a super power. i guess it’s just in me. after living in a dorm, i got used to the scent. it’s not the best thing you can perceive but you can truly become jealous easily. no offense taken though. i’m sure anyone would say yes to you, jojo. you’re a very cute guy & not to admit that i was staring, but your bottom is as hard as a rock.❞ now this was truly embarrassing, huh ? ❝ ah, right now ? i don’t know. val is fighting everyone. is anyone surprised though ? ❞

griffin  pursed  his  lips  exactly  once,  motioned  for  hideto  to  stay  exactly  where  he  was,  and  then  came  back  two  minutes  later  with  two  shot  glasses  in  his  hands.  one  had  straight  vodka  and  one  was  straight  whiskey.  he  handed  the  one  with  vodka  to  hideto  first,  saying,  “  have  this  as  a  starter.  ”  really,  he  was  just  trying  to  gauge  what  type  of  liquor  the  other  preferred  best,  but  it  also  could  be  construed  as  him   being  a  disgustingly  large  enabler  trying  to  see  just  how  fucked  up  hideto  was  willing  to  get  –  and  they  didn’t  have  to  only  stick  with  alcohol,  was  the  thing.  griffin  had  about  thirty  people  here  that  could  get  them  fucked  up  if  hideto  wanted  to…  venture  away  from  liquids.

— was he supposed to do something specifically while standing awkwardly in the middle of a large empty space with strobe lights & blasting music in the background, while holding a bottle of water ? never has he ever been a nervous person but this could land him in jail if they were not to be careful. then again... isn’t everyone doing drugs very openly in front of the world to see ? thinking about it, must be one hell of a job to have to edit out everyone who’s doing something illegal in the background of those pictures selected to be used on social media. ❝ oh, ❞ he became startled when he was offered the drink, one he brought up to sniff a few times before he took a long sip from it. not bad, so he merely nods in approval to its taste. ❝ not bad. what does it have in it ? i thought we would be going the illegal route, you know ? it’s just a thought !! i’m not accusing you of anything. ❞

𝐘𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐀'𝐒  𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒  𝐖𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃  𝐀  𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄,  𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃  𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄  𝐇𝐀𝐃  𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃  𝐎𝐔𝐓  𝐓𝐎  𝐇𝐄𝐑.  she  listened  as  he  spoke,  biting  down  on  her  lip  nervously  before  she  responded.  “i  don’t  hate  you,  i  don’t  think  anyone  does.  i  mean  —”  she  shrugged  her  shoulders.  “i  knew  about  adonis’  family  and  what  happened  and  i  know  that  it  was  an  accident.  everyone  else  just  found  out,  and  the  way  that  message  went  out,  you  know?  without  any  proper  explanation.  and  proper  explanation  or  not,  that  wasn’t  that  person’s  place  to  just  —  broadcast  someone’s  personal  life  like  that.  especially  something  that  person  isn’t  ready  to  share.”  yemaya  shrugged  her  shoulders  again.  “i  just  hope  adonis  is  okay.  i  know  that  it  was  really  hard  for  him,  it  still  is.  i  don’t  even  know  if  he’ll  show  up  for  work.  i  just  hope  this  doesn’t  happen  to  anyone  else.”

— ❝ wait a second, ❞ he held out a hand to allow his brain to process the new bit of information that was just shared with him. perhaps the alcohol had finally fried up the remaining brain cells that were actively working within his head, but could it be possible that all of them took this notice by the horns instead of cautiously studying its different possibilities ? fuck. ❝ are you telling me that it was an accident & not murder ? i thought that it was something confirmed as a fact, but how reliable could a gossip text be ? ❞ guilt began to form in the pit of his stomach. it would probably be better to personally apologize to adonis instead of continuing to tell jokes. right... ? ❝ what could we do about it ? nothing can be reset & sent back to default settings again. i’m sure something could be done though, right ? ❞

“ that is fucking genius – i officially trust in your creativity, like, 100%, ” she laughed, taking out her phone and… bringing up the notes app to type ‘chained nipple – spoken word.’ even if it was just a drunk idea, their sober selves would undoubtedly get a kick out of it all, yes ? “ alright, alright – maybe we have, like, a soft track – borderline ballad – called ‘grease monkey’ dedicated to phoenix’s three-in-one ? ” she proposed, totally serious because they were obviously going to do this. “ oh my god. oh my god, ” she reacted, doing her very best to stifle her laughter when hide shared his first thought when the news of adonis broke. “ alright, what if we found a way to, like… do some cool mashup ? i mean, i’m partial to joan too, but, like… what are the masses partial to ? ” oh, if only they had a test audience ! “ oh, rollerskating is a must. i didn’t learn to kinda skate just for elementary school trips to skateland. ” which was a total lie and she had inevitably forgotten how to rollerskate since, but the exaggerated point still stood ! when he dropped the hat on her head, a smile formed that would’ve been there – drunk or not – because wow ! he could read her mind ! she tipped the hat and asked, “ do i look more like a nice guy or a 40s crooner from chicago ? ” it was specific, but it was important. “ y’know, it probably should’ve been burned the second it was taken off the rack. ”

— ❝ i’m more creative when i have some drinks on me, to be honest with you. so i suggest we keep following this thread of idealization of everything chaotic in the party until we reach the end of it. or at least until either of us ends up locked up in the bathroom for some unknown reason. i’m yet again making another master’s reference in case you didn’t catch that, ❞ he mumbled too rapidly & quickly began to reenact a scene where he would pretend to catch a baseball, followed up by a brief celebration that consisted of fist bumping several times. mainly just making no sense at all. ❝ fuck. fuck !! that’s a good one. i need to step up my game, huh ? ❞ it’s interesting to be an outsider observing the conversation two drunken individuals were having while actively being a participant as well. it’s the kind of vibe he fucks with. full disclosure. this sort of interaction could easily make him genuinely happy & any sort of uneasiness would be left behind without a doubt. ❝ we could have an actual ballad too, you know ? called molly. an ode that captures the undying love sandra professes for a captivating, but equally addicting woman. one that doesn’t exist in real life. you know, like any other band that would write songs about drugs without really disclosing what they were about. if i’m not wrong shake the disease is about something like that, right ? ah, i’m not good myself at roller skating but it looks cool. we can fall down to the floor together. it’s alright. gives us a lot of behind the scenes material for the fans. ❞ a soft chuckle came out of his mouth when he witnessed something that seemed to be the perfect mixture of cringe with endearment, then he quickly shook his head. ❝ i don’t know what i was thinking when i brought it to the party. but at least people have been talking. even if it’s bad press, i’m in everyone’s mouth. & i didn’t have to murder my parents to achieve that, i just had to spend $16.99 on amazon for it. ❞ after a brief moment of silence, he pursed his lips & let out an awkward chuckle. ❝ we’re all going to hell, aren’t we ? ❞

— the whole night might as well be taken as the worst joke someone’s ever told in front of an empty club because... what the fuck was real & what wasn’t ? many of the rumors that were whispered into their ears might as well be badly conducted plots that were meant to ruin someone’s reputation for the rest of their lives or plain bullying. but talking about more concerning things... why had he been singled out in a large group chat by one of the ( hottest ) fiercest women in master’s ? now that’s something to be concerned about, more than some guy going crazy & burning up his house after not being allowed to play minecraft for boomers ( it’s him, hideto is the boomer ) or some shit like that. it’s pointless to continue to ponder on it as he was standing right outside her room’s door & he knocked on it shortly after. the party has died out already, but it seemed like she was in need for some company, so why not keep it. ❝ uh, it’s uber eats ? i’ve got your delivery, ma’am. ❞ he responded when he was questioned on who was daring to interrupt her moment of weakness. ❝ i’m half joking. i’ve got mickey d’s fries & nuggets. but please let me in before minnie notices that i stole them from her. i’m a dead man walking, but i’ve yet to realize that... ❞

Even if he didn’t need the drinks to make himself comfortable, Joey definitely had a little too much to drink already. Nothing too serious, it wasn’t like he was about to throw up on someone or pass out in the bathroom - for now, he could deal with the drinks he had so far, unless someone planned on making him drink more. Joey was about to sit down when he was interrupted by Hide - he only knew who he was because he would usually call him whenever he needed help with his computer when Cherry was busy. Plus, the guy was pretty cute so Joey definitely had a good time when he was around, but it seemed like his efforts of flirting with him were all in vain, mostly because the other didn’t seem interested at all. Looking at the other’s hand with a frown, Joey opted for fist bumping it and smile at the other, nodding his head slowly. “Please don’t mention the shots or else I’m going to throw up… Some of them tasted like soap and now I feel like I have too many fingers.” He said with a nod, before smiling at the other. “What do you think of the party so far? Pretty great, right? Do you want to sit down with me?” He asked with a smile, in hopes that the other would at least say yes.

— after always being the caring guy concern is brought to his expression when his companion observed that he’s about to throw up because of the simple mention of shots. should he bring a bottle of water for him ? it’s logical to think of something like that but now that he’s considering it... shots tasting like soap ? ❝ where did you get those shots ? it sounds like you didn’t drink from when you should’ve, jojo. ❞ to enlighten the mood, hide offered him a light chuckle & his silent support by giving a few pats to his shoulder. it’s expected to witness this type of behavior on him, as he’s known to not be the brightest star in the sky, but hide cannot deny that he is fully aware that the guy’s got good intentions. ❝ ah, sure. ❞ while he might be nauseated by the thought of alcohol, hide could only hope that he’s chill with him having a drink of his own as he took the seat beside his own. ❝ the party is... something. i probably got the wrong impression, but one of my hidden talents is that i can sense when someone has had sex when i’m in a room & this rooftop stinks. so i’m sure a lot of people have gotten laid already. it’s crazy. i can hear some fighting too. it suddenly became a zoo in here. how about you though. should i get you some water ? you look as if someone shut you down. ❞

there were many incredible things about the night ( thus far ). first, there was an anonymous blog claiming adonis committed murder in the third degree ; second, there was everyone – including herself – either believing it or, at the very least, thinking it was a genuine possibility ; then there was all the aftermath that had absolutely nothing to do with the whole ‘one of you co-workers may have accidentally ( yes ? ) killed his family in a fire.’ she knew it ! she knew this would be an interesting party to observe ! an interesting way to continue her extremely unofficial case study ! when hide came into view, it was so much more welcome than… a lot of other possibilities. “ thanks, ” she nodded, offering a smile for the favor she did not ask for but did, indeed, need. “ guessing you don’t have one for literally everyone here, though ? ” thank god he’d only been offering commentary throughout. “ oh, we could get at least two albums out of it for sure. ironically, maybe, like, two songs would have anything to do with adonis. might have to say it’s some kinda parody if we’re gonna cover the entire fight started by… whoever it was that said the other person shit themselves. ” she couldn’t tell why exactly she was actually slightly laughing: was it because of how ridiculous it was or because of the fact that she couldn’t even remember who that was in between ? “ but that – ” she began, pointing to his fedora, “ – can i borrow it ? ”

— ❝ i have some ideas, they’re moving around in circles before i toy around with them. do not doubt the creativity that is dormant in my head, young one. i’m thinking right now that we could have a spoken word track called chained nipple to honor alexander’s bra. i really can’t stop thinking about it & that’s becoming very troublesome to me, ❞ he admitted while laughing louder than he should’ve, causing his own water to spill because of how hard he’s holding onto it. ❝ i am not sure if you chill with that sort of genre, but it’s a well known song & i feel terrible for thinking of this girl is on fireeeee when we first got the text message informing us that there’s a murderer among us !!  we could do a cover though !! i love playing with fire. whichever version you prefer. i personally am biased towards joan jett’s. we could make it punk. i don’t know, maybe even ask if they can lend us the rooftop & even film a video where we play the instruments as we do roller skating. i’m not sure if you’re into the idea but that song always reminds me of doing that, probably influenced by the awful movie about the runaways. ❞ the laughter is definitely something that brings a smile to his lips. also relief from the traumatic constant arguing he’d witnessed before. without thinking it twice, he takes his fedora off & offered it to her, but by placing it on top of her head. ❝ oh, sure. here ya go. destroy it if you can. i think it’s what cursed the grounds when i stepped inside the building. i’m warning you, we’re dealing with some serious cursed shit here. ❞