#i. deviate

( / it's hell and then some: head cased in a dull throb, mouth dry, haphazard cockatoo hair, hangover glory at its best. clearly from the way moon jiyeon's voice cuts red and shrill like a siren there's not an ounce of sympathy to be found, for him or for anyone ) ( / as yejun hastily shoves this and that for carry, he casts a withering look at what yunseo is packing into the little bit of space left in the backpack. )  ( / any residual punch-drunk bliss from pre-gaming has long dissipated, exasperation  and the dead weight of reality sinking deep into place. ) really? is that what you’re bringing?