the corybantic ;;

“When you think about people who have died, do you picture them anywhere?” “Sometimes it freaks me out that everyone around me has a life as complex and real as my own.” “Do you sometimes suddenly hear your own heartbeat and feel sick because… What if it suddenly stops or something?” “I sometimes just want something really bad to happen to me. Something that’s just really awful. I don’t know why… Do you get that too?” “I can’t stand the thought that I don’t know what’s going to happen to the world in hundreds of years.” “Does thinking about Primary School make you sad, or happy?” “Most pets we keep only become a fraction of our age. Do you think that if they’d know this, they’d call us gods?” “What are you more afraid of, space or the ocean?” “There’s no way anyone can tick everything off their bucket list. We all want too much. It’s frustrating.” “Do you think we’re in control of our lives, generally? Or do you think we just think we are?” “If you knew you were going to die next week, would you tell people or live the way you were till the end?” “I think most people remember the exact moment they realised they were grown up. Because of something said to them, or something they saw… Do you remember that moment?” “One of us is going to die first. Do you think we’ll still know each other to find out who?” “Do you think we’re all capable of murder when it comes down to it?” “I’m so afraid of the moment you know you’re going to die.” “Are there things people have said to you that have legitimately changed you?” “Why do people fear losing things that they don’t even have yet?” “How do I know you even have a consciousness? I can’t know.” “What do you think our purpose is?” “What if everything is just a coincidence? For instance: What if gravity doesn’t exist? Everything has just always coincidentally fallen to the ground.” “If nothing else, we at least won the sperm race.” “If you could send a message to the entire world, what would you say in 30 seconds?” “Do you think other people’s judgments motivate us or hold us back?” “If karma was coming back to you, would it help or hurt you?” “Right, we’ve probably had enough alcohol for the rest of the night. We’re getting way too philosophical.”

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        “IT WOULD BE SO NICE IF SOMETHING MADE                                                      SENSE FOR A CHANGE.”

She blushed as she turned around and bowed her head to the two figures. One, was the the Dean of their elite school, and the other was Gabriel. Gabriel was firstly very popular, and secondly, Gabriel was always in trouble. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out why they had come to her, even though that was her field of choice. “Is he assigned to the library too? Should I show him around?” she asked quickly hoping there was not enough time to reveal why she was stacking books. Revealing she was a scholarship kid was not something she wanted to do. “I’ll show him around. Thank you, sir,” she told the Dean before he turned to leave. Then they were alone. Eunwol bit her lip nervously before she handed him a book. “This belongs in section G,” she informed him.

       he’d dejectedly followed the dean into the library, he’d grown very familiar with the man for the worst of reasons. he hardly paid attention to the girl assigned to him, carelessly taking the book and throwing it onto a completely random shelf. “this is so tedious, aren’t you bored?” he hadn’t been there five minutes and already he’d grown tired of working. 

      gabe found all of this quite bothersome. he wanted nothing more than to be treated like an adult. though, often his behavior was counterproductive in trying to achieve said treatment. he most likely always would be a child at heart, much too carefree and puckish to ever be taken seriously. his face contorted, mostly due to just how flustered he was. “listen - i am a man. age isn’t everything, okay! i have heaps - heaps, i tell you - of wisdom and maturity.” he puffed his chest, shoulders set back proudly. “i’m too tall and old to be cute anymore, i’m devilishly handsome.” 

      he knew the likelihood of her believing him was slim, but he had decided it was worth a shot. he tried his best to mask the slight defeat that drooped his features, he’d hoped his acting had improved some. though, pretending aside, the youth of his face always betrayed him in such situations. “i’m eighteen, i am a big kid.” he quickly defended, the slightest spark of fire brightening his gaze. he’d grown quite accustomed to jabs at his age, especially being the youngest of three. shoulders back and chin held high, he tried his best to maintain his pride. “the lovely part is true, though.” 

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      there was no hiding the panicked expression setting over his features. eyes widening as he, almost frantically, checked his pockets for a pack of cigarettes he knew he did not have. at least if he pretended that he usually carried around such things then maybe, just maybe, he would appear cool and mature. “whoops, sorry. must’ve left them at home.” a forced sigh. “jeez, how am i gonna make it through today without a smoke?”