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Kellan was about to just ignore the call from the unknown number but something told him to answer it. It must have been the tiny part of him that was having a hard time dealing with all this. It had to of known that this dealt with Chloe. “Uh, hello?” His voice quivered ever so slightly as he waited for an answer. That small part of him was right. “Well is she still there?” He questions as he situates some things on his desk before getting up and heading towards the door.. “Fuck hell.” He mumbles lowly under his breath when they refuse to tell him what was wrong. “I’m on my way.” He hangs up before getting in his car and driving towards the hospital.

 【⚡】“—And let me guess, slacker. Everyone there must answer the phone with biggest yawn they can manage, too.” Manjoume prodded, as playful as is jab was. He wasn’t that oblivious, though. Just from the dark background that’d flashed up on his screen behind Juudai, he known he’d somehow managed to call the other right in the middle of his night. 

Not that he could actually keep up with Juudai’s time zones, anyway. When the guy was away wandering like some tumbleweed like he always seemed to be, just trying to guess at what time it was there was like taking stabs at fish in a barrel. And Manjoume had given up trying to be ‘courteous’ with his calls a long time ago, too.

Tonwen teve de segurar o riso, porque o que via em sua frente era uma graça. Quando Shane havia dito a ela que a fantasia que tinha para mostrá-la a deixaria impressionada, ela imaginou de tudo, menos ele vestido de tritão. “Eu adorei!”, ele não conseguiu segurar o riso, mas não era um riso para caçoá-lo, e sim de divertimento, de quem não acreditava no que via. “Você vai ser a atração principal da festa, eu tenho certeza.”, se aproximou dele, para ajeitar uma mexa de sua franja que atrapalhava sua visão. “Agora só falta aprender a nadar como um. Você sabe? Senão eu posso ensinar.”

“What? How did you know…” Hanbin’s words were once loud until they slowly faltered and his brows rose in unison. His looks darted straight at the female as he stood before the drawer rather too protectively and he blows air into his cheeks to suppress himself from saying more things that would probably give away the content of the top drawer.

« What, this? » an eyebrow quirked, Mark gestured towards the rubik cube he’d just finished on his lap. He’d tried to beat his own record and resolve it in less than five minutes. It’d been a failure, but still did he manage to resolve it rather quickly. Mark was used to it, by now. « Yes, I have. You’ve never tried? » the young male grasped the colorful rubik cube, and messed it up again. « Go ahead, » he mumbled, offering Yura the small object then.