ྀ ‧ ₊ ✩ ｡ ° ꒰ @wildsins ꒱ . 💌
if he squints hard enough , he’s pretty sure that’s the sunrise slowly rising above the city streets and that tells him enough about what time it might be. the device sitting comfortably in his pocket has died in the middle of his call with the advisor , so kisol prays he described his whereabouts well enough to be found. currently situated on the curb under a bus stop god knows where , because he can’t bring himself to sit and stay balanced on the seat made to wait for any transport and the curb looked just perfect to rest on. the prince wiggles his feet in front of him on the road where more traffic begins to pick up , his sunglasses low on the bridge of his nose when a pair of familiar shoes stand next to him. the man looks up , face lights up and arms are thrown in the air in celebration. ‘’ finally ... my savior ! my everything ! come hereee , come give me a hug ━ tonight was sooo fun , you should have ━ ’’ a hiccup. ‘’ you should have seen the way people were taking body shots of ... of me ! ’’
