#dsnoah

Detention makes both of them inseparable, and Beau taps his pen against the wooden table, wasting time and trying his best to entertain himself

“maybe” he nods, as if he seems to agree with himself “unless you finally grow old and be a fat grumpy man no one would love” he laughs

“enough alcohol? philosophical? are you fucking with me right now?” seth guffaws, slamming an empty beer can onto the table.

he wasn’t drunk. five cans? it was like juice to him. hanging out with a true blue escoria kid was like a joyride– you can have all the fun with him/her, but ultimately, the ride ends. he pretends to close his eyes groggily every now and then, sways every thirty seconds. he mentally pats himself on the back, for his pretense was good (almost on par with his father dressing up as riding hood’s grandmother). the other was already red in the face. seth estimates that one more can of beer will be enough to knock the little prince out.

@dsnoah​

      [ ★ ]  “What the ever loving f-” Lyssa rolled over, rubbing her eyes before she sat up. “Jesus Christ, Izotiz! Turn it off! NOW!” She’d never been one to respond well to being woken by loud noises. Or being woken at all. Her philosophy was ‘I’ll get up when I feel like getting up, and anyone who tries to rush me won’t live long enough to regret it’, and her family respected that. After another moment of being assaulted by the piercing screech, she shot out of bed and picked up the clock on the bedside table, throwing it at the wall in an attempt to quiet the room. When it didn’t work like she wanted it to, she stood over her roommate’s bed, ready to fight. But there was no one asleep there. “Hmm, no Iz.” She thought for a moment, nodding. “I could get used to this.” The alarm slowly made way to words, instructions, so she sat back down, listening to what was being said. “Haunted house? How lame. I grew up with the god of the dead; I’m already unimpressed,” she mumbled to herself. She figured, however, that there was a wonderful opportunity to use her upbringing to make things a little more....lively. 

            Her usually ‘out there’ wardrobe was perfect for this occasion, so she dressed quickly and headed out into the darkness. It didn’t take her more than a few minutes to walk through what she thought was a decent amount of the school, giggling at what was supposed to terrify her. Eventually, she found a spot that looked like it was supposed to be a momentary reprieve from all the horror and scares. “Perfect,” she whispered, ducking down behind something that could’ve been a trashcan or maybe a makeshift hiding spot made up of a filing cabinet or something, and waited to see who would come along that she could mess with. 

— Zuri get’s frustrated with Noah.

Being one of the rare moments she would actually be in the mood for socializing with others; Zuri didn’t mind repeating herself once or twice. “I said, it’s isn’t that hard to use a sword; all you have to do is try not to get sta—” Once again hearing the same question again, only this time before she could finish her sentence. By the third time, she was positive he was doing it as a joke; but it only made her go back to feeling like her usual irritable self. “If you ask me that one more time, your face is going to be on a mis—” This time pausing in her words when noticing Noah began to laugh lowly, Zuri shot a evil glare from her eyes straight into his before hearing those words. “Mmm whatcha say?” His joke only made her need to throw an over-exaggerated tantrum grow even more but instead, she made and attempt to keep it under control by rubbing both sides of her head in circular motion with her index finger and thumb.

His facial expression switched from joyous to confused when he saw her becoming frustrated. He then raised his left hand to remove the headphone from his ear; being the last thing the girl would expect him to do at this moment. “Are you okay?” He asked, being unaware of what was happening. The urge Zuri had to yell at the boy had suddenly disappeared once she realized he really was singing along to the song. “Uh— yeah.. I’m fine!”