#ft. moon

richard scanned his surroundings as he takes a sip of his drink. it seems like everyone is having fun at this wedding, he thought bitterly. of course, he was happy that his cousin found someone and settled down. but now, he has to avoid all his aunts and uncles for a while. ever since he got back in town, they have been sending pestering questions his way. "do you have a girlfriend?" or "when are you planning on settling down?" after a few days of listening to those questions, he can't wait to getaway. plus, it doesn't help that he ran into moon several times over the last week. back then, the pair would've had a blast at the wedding making fun of their families. instead, he rather avoids her like the plague. speak of the devil. his eyes land on moon, and he quickly looks away as their eyes meet. "crap." richard mutters as he watches her walk toward him. "are you having a good time?" he asks as he leans against the bar, taking a swing of his drink. it's going to be a long night. he didn't want to make small talk and wish he ran away as soon as he saw her.

𝐎 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐚𝐡 𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐈𝐟 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐀𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞