#discenture

His head was quite literally buried in a book, it was wise of him to be falling asleep in the library, nonetheless around others and when there’s a soft snore emitting from him. Like most, his intention was to get work done, but a college’s kids sleep schedule? That was comical. It’s when he feels movement against the table, that his head gradually ascends and he begins to shake the sleep from him. Rubbing his eye rather roughly, his dismisses the idea of embarrassment from having fallen asleep around others. It’s his curiosity that has him looking for the source of the movement. Removing his hand from his eye, he blinks hard a few times and stretches a bit, still trying to make up the vague stranger before him. “I know you...” He begins sleepily, which wasn’t necessarily the quietest tone, but not enough to earn himself a chorus of shushes. A deep exhale flows from out his nose, his head is too heavy to hold on it’s own, which is why he rests cheek in his hand and props his arm upright on the surface of the table. Narrowing his eyes a bit, he smirks some, starting to recall on the other a bit more. “Yeah, I definitely...,” a yawn interrupts, “—definitely know you from somewhere man...I don’t know where.” ( @discenture )

        — HERE he was in public again, avoiding any and all human contact as much as he possibly could all the while. The number of bottles of acrylic paint he had in his apartment was starting to run low, and he had no one else to rely on to get more but himself. Therefore, he was in the middle of the paint aisle at a crafts store, putting the colors he needed most into the basket hanging on his arm. He was trying to rush so he could get out of there and back home as soon as possible, but his abrupt movements proved to be his downfall as his hand accidentally knocked into a bottle, causing it to have a domino effect and tumble over the whole row of yellow paints. Before he could catch them, they all went crashing to the floor, not only causing quite the ruckus, but splattering liquid the same shade as the sun onto the linoleum and all over his clothes and face. Comet froze, his hand still outstretched and his eyes wide. All eyes were on him now, and the only thing he could bring himself to do was stand there, shaking, and chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.

@discenture​

           “ HEY, princess ! “ he spoke, his attitude already on point. he makes his way up to the coffee counter, leaning against it, “ you should learn to listen, instead of grabbing someone else’s coffee, “ the boy spoke sternly. // @discenture

whAT TYPA SEXT

        “i’m tired,” joonho complained loudly, shaking his head at the other’s offer of going out. “i just finished doing three back to back dance classes and i’m exhausted, i need to rest. can’t we just stay in and order takeout? i don’t think i can deal with using my legs anymore for the rest of the night. or the week. yeah, the week sounds better.” he placed his arm over his eyes, leaning back against the soft pillows on the bed. “why are you trying to kill me?”