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“these little filters are so adorable!” micha held her phone out in front of her, making all kinds of faces in hopes each filter did something just as fun as the last. she was never much of a social media person, but seeing as that’s how the world works now, she needed to be in order to expand her business. thankfully she had someone show her all the ways to get in touch with instgram and snapchat and even twitter, though that website did terrifying her just a little. for now, she’s simply talking to herself and staring into her own camera with the brightest smile on her face before she notices someone staring at her, causing her hand to slowly drop to her side and her cheeks to flush the brightest shade of red. “ah, sorry, i guess i got a little too excited and carried away there. have you taken a picture with these filters before, though? they’re just so cute!” 

“what are you, sixty?” he scoffed. mj had been watching for a while, thought it wasn’t surprising for those typical excitable ‘cutesy’ girls to sit in a cafe and play with filters all day, but it was the only thing he found remotely interesting in a room full of boring people. “of course i’ve used filters before.” mj was no stranger to an inflated ego sometimes, especially when it came to his looks. he was definitely a culprit of becoming one of those ‘cutesy’ girls when it came to posing in front of the camera and using filters. it was a fun way to pass the time. the fact the girl was only just now using them, and hadn’t in the past, was surprising for how young she was.

mj has never much been fond of children. they were unpredictable, messy and loud; not a combination of things he much favoured. still, they were senstitive, so openly disliking them was bound to just cause more noise and some angry guardians, which he couldn’t be bothered for. “hey, watch the coat, kid.” he snapped, but not too harshly, brushing the seeds off of his coat. the last thing he wanted was to piss off both the kid and the guardian. plus, he was pretty sure it was unethical to snap at a random kid in public. mj never really cared about what other people thought about him, but he didn’t feel like suffering the glares of strangers on this particular day.

    this time six months ago shiloh wouldn’t have been out of bed before noon, let alone set up at a nearby cafe shifting through proposals. he’d been the first one there, actually. the countless hours spent holed up in the corner table shown by the exceeding amount of empty cups that were spread about the table turned desk. he hadn’t realized how busy it was until a fame stood beside his table, momentairly distracting him. but he didn’t have time to be annoyed, or to ask questions. by the look of nearly every table being filled, he knew that his was the only table with available seats. “uh..– sorry sorry. just take a seat, i’ll get this cleared up.” he motioned while his hands worked at stacking the papers up into one clean stack, and the coffee cups into a huddle around his computer. “sorry again..” he laughed sheepishly, almost embarrassed, but his eyes still never got a good enough look at the other.

“i don’t really care, you know.” mj took the seat opposite his friend, not caring much about the state of the table, other than a small space on the edge where he could prop up his feet, which he did so. “what are you up to?” he asked, grabbing the closest sheet to him and giving it a quick scan-over. “looks professional and boring.” he mused, leaning back in the seat. paperwork was something that deterred mj just from looking at it. he hated exams, he hated homework, he hated job applications, even health care forms etc etc. just seemed like too much effort for something not fun at all. a waste.