#ghsteye

              ❛  ya  make  a  fair  point  ,  alcohol's  been  known  to  do  that.  ❜      and  don't  even  get  him  started  on  the  effects  that  weed  can  have  on  a  person  ,  especially  when  they  aren't  used  to  it.  he  makes  a  point  of  looking  all  around  the  area  from  where  he  stands  ,  though  he  already  knows  he  won't  find  anything  (  it'd  be  long  gone  already  if  there  was  )      ❛  but  i  don't  see  any  alcohol  around  here  ,  so  i'm  afraid  to  say  .  .  .  you  might  just  be  crazier  then  me.  ❜      he  pauses  ,  eyes  squinting  as  he  looks  her  over      ❛  unless  you've  been  holding  out  on  me  ?  ❜

"Like you know what I miss most about being in my body... everything you're eating, man! Like, I love you Robin, but this is torture."

Chris was roaming around the station outside. Mostly waiting for the car, and anybody else to show up. Partially messing around with his phone opting to reorganize the apps. Given wasn’t very much wifi or anything else to be had. Hearing approaching footsteps headed back to where he had left his bag. “Hey, see anybody else on your way up?”

    “okay, sure they’re gonna miss her, but how long until they notice she’s gone in the first place ?” jiwon’s joking, mostly ; his roommates are allergic to pet fur and his apartment building has a strict no pet policy so, really, he couldn’t steal the tiny yorkshire even if he really wanted to. “okay maybe not this cutie since they just got her but there’s an older cat i’m gonna sit next friday.” he’s joking probably.

     “why’d you wanna come with when you’re obviously cold ?” furrow knits itself slowly between in confusion, in mild concern for the other’s well-being ( but mostly confusion ). hiro doesn’t make it a habit of broadcasting to the world his less than conventional habit of wandering down campus walkways and silent streets, coincidentally trailing after lone figures several paces ahead of him, but saying no to hansol was difficult even for him.

      “i thought it was a bird. it was a motorcycle.”

     “wrist.” patience settles in tone as the witch extends free hand out, fingers twitching in a silent order for the other to extend his own wrist out. fingers of opposite hand remain curled tight ‘round the charmed bracelet, half hidden from view as, though it is obvious what parker intends to gift, he does still wish to maintain a certain sense of surprise.

     “like.. i hear what you’re saying, loud and clear, but i also don’t see the problem ?” said problem being hyunjun, halfway through typing in his usual order for the takeout place half a mile from his apartment, for the third time in as many days, with his usual being worryingly lacking in vegetables ( and overwhelmingly plentiful in less than healthy oils and salts ).