#euanais

  @euanais & @eubautista

skye: i ruined the bread what do i do

HER FACE SCREAMS THE UTMOST focus, as long fingers twist the multitool in order to tighten on of the wheels of her skates. did she really have the budget for light up wheels ?? no, of course not. that didn’t stop her from making the reckless purchase. satisfied with the snug fit, she drags her foot across the pavement, a wide grin appearing on her face at the lights appearing. “ anaïs !! ” the blonde looks to them, a trail of uncontrollable giggles fallng from her lips as she sticks her leg up in the air. the wheels are slowing to a stop, but the lights still shine brightly. “ look at this shit !! ”

      a cup makes its way into her hand as elena dabs makeup onto her face, and celeste does her best to stay still to make her life easier. “ anaïs’ room has a cute balcony we can take photos on. ” her eyes drift to maiken, as she raises her cup to take a sip. whoever was pouring was heavy handed. “ unless you want to avoid ved. ”

celeste: jax thinks i have a crush on him

      when she finds anaïs sitting on one of the picnic benches, celeste slumps into the seat next to them, passing a styrofoam plate onto their lap. on it, there are just over half a dozen cookies that resemble something like a few clumps of dirt. “ i’m meant to give these to a friend as a thank you. ” she sighs, wrinkling her nose as she looks at it again and back up to anais. “ but izak said they almost broke his teeth, so... ” she smiles hopefully, albeit sheepishly at her friend. “ will you try one and tell me if he’s just being a diva? i spent all afternoon making them. ” @euanais​ 

THE SIGHT OF ANAÏS IS ENOUGH to bring the giddiest of grins to her face. “ heya, cutie patootie !! ” momo skips over to her dear friend, the clattering of her skates that are tied to her backpack simply background noise. “ are you busy ?? come get coffee and pastries with me !! i’ve been dying for, like, a blueberry scone for what feels like decades. ” she tells ana, throwing a bit of overdramatic flair to her tone. “ pretty please ?? it’ll be my treat !! ”

there’s probably a more effective manner of getting her attention than simply standing outside her door, palms pressed flat against the wood of it, along with her cheek.  for instance, knocking.  instead, sunhee starts chirping;  a hummingbird kind of dialect, she thinks, but she’s not completely sure.  she allows a few moments of pause before her next attempt, which winds up being an elongated groan, and then two very pathetic little tap-taps on her friend’s door. “ anananananana. anais.  please.  i need to be held by you.  i do not have a reason outside of want it right now. ana. anaiiiis. i am going to die? do you want me to die? ” — she’ll come eventually.