#crowstart

☆ ⁛ ⁚ ⁛  with dark shadows under his eyes, emerson typed on the laptop slowly before dozing off again in study hall. carlson's death was the topic of everyone's conversation and, despite his efforts, he couldn't ignore them. as if he wasn't already guilty enough for aiding levi but now he had to deal with the memories when somebody brings it up. the whole ordeal sent him into a frenzy consisting of uncontrollable tears and isolation, more so than ever before. as he huffed and slammed his laptop shut, he strolled to the exit. as soon as he did so, he plopped his body on a bench nearby and sighed loudly. “ what if- ” he mumbled longingly.

Maëlle tipped her head back, letting the shot slide down her throat. Her body felt the slightest shiver, the threat of her body rejecting that much alcohol in one go, but she slammed the small glass on the wooden surface of the bar, letting out her breath in a big huff. “Oh god, I better not be getting too old for shots already.” She couldn’t believe she was still drinking at a college bar, but it wasn’t like Crowfeld left her with a lot of options to drink cheaply.

there’s a hangover lingering in his system, and there’s no way he could deny it — bags under his eyes and an obvious stench of beer reeking from his body. LEVI brings his paper cup of coffee up to his lips, takes an overly obnoxious sip from it — all before opening his mouth. ‘ i think i’m still drunk. ’

“ they tell you to sleep on your problems, but what if you have insomnia ? “ she can’t help her annoyed tone, given that she’d gotten very little sleep last night. “ sorry, i’m just ---- tired. “

‘ this is straight up the world’s worst coffee. ’ CHRYS mumbles under his breath, nose scrunching in mild disgust as the liquid slides down his throat. ‘ please tell me there is a better coffee shop around. ’