#csvikki

@cseleanor​

Early mornings were never really Vikki's thing but the idea of having to deal with the other house-mates drove her out of bed this morning.

Brown eyes lifted as she sneered up at the sky as tiny flakes of snow began to fall from the sky, a moment prior she had sent a text to Ele to let her in. Her car parked behind her and packed to the brim with all of her 'essentials' which mostly comprised of an overwhelming amount of black clothing and weird nick-knacks.

In one hand she was holding a warm cup of coffee with her phone pressed against it while her other hand held a brown bag filled with their breakfasts. The warmth radiating from the bag and coffee keeping her hands warm despite the falling snow.

Vikki: "wake up hoe i got breakfast and im freezing my ass off outside can you PLEASE let me in."

@csvikki

the concept of sleep is something namsun’s familiar with, yet merely acquainted with all at once. a deep, convulated relationship he finds himself trying to analyze over a warm cup of coffee with a close friend of his at lucky study cafe. eyes seem to be on him, or rather, on his companion, teddy the skeleton. is it weird to see a life-size skeleton sitting in one of the many unoccupied booths of the cafe on a thursday afternoon? probably. would anyone who knew namsun put it past him? probably not. 

he likes his coffee black; dark and bitter, like how he perceives himself as, no matter the cliche of it all. he brings the cup to his lips, careful not to burn himself, and reads over his phone on one hand, deleting spam emails from websites he forgot to tick off the ‘receive newsletters’ of. setting his drink down, namsun pulls up a messaging app and began typing.