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{ sms: chanyeol } i heard about the concert! i'm sure you were wonderful! { sms: chanyeol } i'm free whenever, honestly~ flexible business hours and all.

( sms: claaaartee ) i was so overwhelmed, and so tired that i think i died twice and god had to revive me ㅠㅠ

"Connor, let me go put on pants–" Clarté pouted at his friend, taking to hiding behind his counter and watching as Grapefruit made himself very comfortable in Connor’s lap. Traitor. With his friend distracted, the empath slipped into his bedroom and tugged on a pair of sweatpants before returning to the lounging area. “You lose.” He replied smartly, lips curled into a small, amused smile.

    Connor runs a hand down Grapefruit’s spine, lips tugged into that of an amused smile by Clarté’s initial embarrassment. The feline begins to pur, attention briefly seized by Grapefruit for a brief moment-- a brief moment for the other to sneak away. He returns with a pair of sweatpants held snugly at his hips, the student frowning a bit. 

( sms: claaaartee ) hi clarté! it’s been a while since we’ve seen each other huh? ㅋ

clarté in a sudden show of stubbornness, continued to pout and tug at his friend’s sleeve for the stuffed animal in the machine in front of them. “sehun, please! look at it; it’s so cute!” it was unusual for him to be so childish, but he wanted the puppy and sehun’s hand eye was, without a doubt, superior to his own.

And we are, we are we are, we are we are The crazy kids, them crazy, them crazy kids And we are, we are we are, we are we are The crazy kids, we are the We are the crazy people

He was sitting at the bar when she sidled up to him, lips pulled up into a bright smile. “Are you having fun?” He asked as he sipped his martini, head tilting to the side curiously. She most certainly looked as though she was, but who was he to just judge?

Seulgi was a type of person that Clarté didn’t usually find himself in the company of: loud, boisterous, the quintessential social butterfly. Not that it made him resent her at all, because it didn’t, but clubs were such difficult scenes for someone of Clarté’s exceptionally soft and kind disposition – and that was excluding his susceptibility to the slew of heightened, drunken emotions around him.

"of course i am." her grin was one of blissful languor--she reveled in the rare opportunity that the club provided to let herself go. she had danced until she could no longer tell if the source of the pounding in her veins was from the beat of her heart or the beat of the bass.

she stood, lazily bobbing her head to the loud music, when her gaze lingered for a moment on clarté's disposition--it was only then that she took note of his discomfort and only then that she realized the blunder in choosing this setting as the place of their meeting; she had been so absorbed in her own enjoyment that she had neglected that of her friend's. a wave of guilt washed away her allurement with the club and she pressed her lips into a thin line at her belated realization.

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