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   「 📨  : himchan 」       DON’T SAY THINGS LIKE THAT. you know you’re not getting any younger.     「 📨  : himchan 」       i wouldve been there by now had you mentioned there would be pizza     「 📨  : himchan 」          HAVE FAITH. in me. in the pizza guy. just have some faith.   

    「 📨  : himchan 」       i’m trying to get back as fast as possible !! todays a busy day      「 📨  : himchan 」        or well now its almost evening.. you get what im saying.        practice is running late spare me.

She pulled and tugged at the older males sleeves, practically ripping it apart as she whines and complains about missing the movie she’s been wanting to see. “But I want to be the first one to see deadpool! why are you being so stubborn!” she yelped, crossing her arms across her chest as she glares at the male. “Shut up already, I’m not going.” the male responded back in a firm voice. “But why! I’ve been telling you about this movie for like weeks now…please? I’ll pay for the movie tickets.”

「 📨  : himchan 」

 KEEP RUSHING ME AND I’LL RUIN IT  I’LL MAKE SURE IT COLLAPSES WITH  YOU STILL INSIDE OF IT.

It was a college student’s dream come true – hers, to be exact. Every hedonistic thing Cora could think of was piled into one room, and she didn’t know whether to be amazed or concerned. She hated to let good money go to waste; there was no way most of those things were cheap. The first question that popped into her mind was where he got all those items, the second was HOW, and the third was what do we start with? Doing all was bound to result in death ( that was a no-brainer ) but they could have their fun.   ❝ … You know, you’re the kind of person I wish I was friends with during high school. I say we start off with vodka and some pizza, did you know Nutella pizza was a thing ( ?? ), and then we can play beer pong. You have enough shit to last WEEKS! I’m definitely keeping you around. ❞

He’s a bad influence and it isn’t hard to see why. It’s not that he necessarily intends to be a bad influence, but more-so that he’s fallen victim to a deadly habit of carelessness when it comes to his own health. A carelessness to money when it came to spoiling others. A carelessness that, essentially, had caused him little to no harm, nor the people around him. From his point of view, as long as no one was getting hurt or his reputation wasn’t at risk, he didn’t mind doing anything. 

Besides, what else do people with a lot of money do besides donate to charity? Spend the cash frugally, of course. Granted he didn’t exactly have poor budgeting skills, he did enjoy splurging.

“Listen...I’m a lot more than just free alcohol and free food. Like, I have years of an unofficial stand up comedian job under my sleeve, which only means that I have enough knock knock jokes to keep you entertained for hours. And no, I had no idea Nutella pizza...was a thing. You do mean like...just the dough and Nutella? Because I don’t know...if you’re excited about Nutella on cheese and sauce I’m gonna have to ask you to leave. That shit sounds nasty!”

리시버.. HIMCHUM!   ( sms ) im not surprised   ( sms ) it was only a matter of time   ( sms ) what happen this time

Himchan, my first husband. I’ve missed you.

Solar’s fingers were curled around her guitar case before she swung the instrument over her shoulder expertly. Balancing on the balls of her feet she let her body move forward then backwards before letting out a small hum. Tilting her head the woman proceeded to observe the tall male. His features were sharp but they were slightly blurred out by the alcohol’s presence. The substance did that to people just how the wind manages to soften up the edges of the toughest rock.  You look trustworthy.

Solar was trustworthy. Oh yes, that she was. She wouldn’t do anything to harm the man. But now the question hung in the air inverted: Was the man himself worthy of her own trust?

“What if you’re the maniac who’s trying get me to the place you call home but it’s really a trap?” The female chimed, her birdy tone being exhaled with her voice as she continued to slightly toy with the gravity.

It’s a question he didn’t expect, but definitely one that’s able to bring a sloppy grin to his pink lips that lifted flushed cheeks and shaped narrow eyes into slits. He lifts a hand, index finger jutted out while it wagged back and forth--a clear indication as to his disapproval of her lack of trust in him. By all means, he would never expect a woman to help a stranger, a man at that, to a remote location where her wellbeing might be at risk, but did he really look like he could do much harm? 

Granted he stood taller than her with a stocky figure, he’d always believed his mildly rounded facial features gave him a more approachable, pleasant look than when he had a little less meat on his bones. Men really never gave women a reason to trust them anyway, no matter how innocent or kind they looked, he figured.

“Trust me. There are many more things I want to do with my life, like eat an entire chocolate cake in one sitting. I wouldn’t throw such an opportunity away to...what...kill you...?” He spoke entirely playfully, smile still fixated upon his face and a chipper tone in his voice. Alcohol always made him much giddier than usual.