impromptu.
@gnjackie
the shop feels a little sketchy, especially in the middle of the night when most regular humans are fast asleep, but kit’s midnight cravings knew no limits of time. they demanded that he leave his apartment in search of something salty, something to sate his mild hunger without going through all the trouble of making a whole meal at midnight. it’s a good thing that the convenience store by the gas station was open twenty four seven, or else he’d be fucked.
there’s not a huge selection, but he ponders for far too long over it anyways. some early 2000′s pop song plays over the speakers and kit hums along. he thinks he’s danced to this before and his body moves in tiny motions as he tries to remember the words. he picks up a bag of flavored chips to consider and begins to hum along.
kit doesn’t notice when he begins to put words to the music, lips parting and letting soft syllables escape. it’s not like anyone’s around anyways. maybe the poor unfortunate soul at the register, but the young man hardly notices them. his voice is naturally soft, but it holds a pitch. maybe kit would never be a powerhouse vocalist like some of the dreaming kids he used to work with, but here he is, singing his heart out to britney in a shop in the middle of the night.
