#forgotiisms

                    A groan left the Russian’s lips, running a hand through his already messed up hair. His clothes were in no way better, disheveled and out of place, which was simply put, quite unusual for Viktor. Normally always caring about his looks and how he dressed, the alcohol and the impending headache were appalling and he couldn’t find it in himself to care. “Huh?” At the other’s words, he shrugged, nonchalant before he closed his fly. “I’m surprised I’m wearing pants at all to be honest —”

          ❛ —- so here’s the thing, & uh no offense, but uhm ──             is that SERIOUSLY what you fight with ?!❜

                    He had done it, his third consecutive win at the Grand Prix Final, a proud ( and perhaps too confident ) grin was plastered on his face as he joined the banquet, wearing a pristine suit matched with a tie to go along with his eyes. While he was bantering and laughing along with his fellow contestants, Viktor spotted the skater who had made his debut across the room. Excusing himself for a moment ( the conversation had been getting more dull by the second ), he made his way towards the other. “Roxas, right?” He started, offering a smile. “As a debutant —your spins were a bit sloppy but — it was a great performance.”

   —( @forgotiisms )

      “This just in. Roxas is a fetus and always will be!”

Ven pauses, tapping his pen against his chin, and decides to check off the blanket. It is tied around his neck like a cape, after all.  They’re all set to go. Ven’s excited- it’s been a while since he’s had an actual picnic. “Roxas!” Its uncouth to yell up the stairs but he’s impatient. “You ready to go?”◢

[  ] Pathetic          [  ] Off no consequence          [ x ] Intriguing [  ] Frightening     [  ] Unsettling                          [  ] Annoying [  ] Infuriating       [ x ] Pleasant company            [ x ] Comforting [ x ]  Unable to be lived without                            [ x ] Trustworthy    —( @forgotiisms )