#itsacriime

joshua hummed softly as he mulled over her answer, nodding his head. it made sense that it was situation pending; he'd just hoped she'd realise he was trying to probe into her thoughts. "i'm asking for your opinion," he shrugged, "philosophically or personally. it doesn't matter. i suppose you could consider what if you were in such a situation, what would you think?"

in  their  world,  people  are  mere  pawns  to  be  used  and  discarded,  nothing  more.  very  few  people  are  exceptions  to  that  rule  and  jordan  is  one  of  them.  “you  can  explain?  then  explain  it.”  she  crosses  her  arms  and  glares  at  him  with  a  huff.  isn’t  she  happy  to  know  that  he’s  still  alive?  absolutely.  but  there  is  also  a  mix  of  anger  and  betrayal  and  it’s  too  much  to  ask  for  her  to  return  and  be  amiable  in  the  presence  of  his  friend.  she  shouldn’t  be  surprised  to  see  his  signature  smirk  still  intact  despite  how  devastated  she’s  been  about  him.  she  steps  to  the  side  of  the  entrance,  wordlessly  letting  him  in  —  though  it  doesn’t  change  the  fact  that  she’s  more  than  annoyed  with  him.  her  gaze  searches  for  any  sign  of  injuries  and  she  is  relieved  when  she  finds  nothing.  

   ❛ what’s stopping you? ❜ 

“so, have you decided on which tattoo you’re going to get?” jia has made and sent drafts of his favourites among the ideas he texted her about in the past week. usually, she’d have her clients make up their mind first before she moved to work on the drafts — but the extra effort is fine when it comes to a friend who is simultaneously her brother’s crush. he doesn’t know it yet, but it is as obvious as it can get for jia. she ushers benz into the back of the parlour and take a seat. “ — have my brother brought you any troubles lately?” is the next question that follows. she cannot help but dabble — it is simply irresistible when her legs are still sore from her shopping date with her brother. 

❝  do you even know what it does to me? every time i see you cry,  any time you’re hurt even the smallest bit it just— do you realize how deeply you’ve imbedded yourself into my heart?  ❞ from here, accepting / @itsacriime​

a fun lil tag! nothing fancy with how i look, just much more thinner hair because i wish my hair was this pretty lol. catch me playing on my switch 24/7

I love them, and I think they’d both be “BIG YIKES” ™ if they didn’t have their creature comforts around. Neither one of them strikes me as the type that would be gung-ho survivalist; it would either be funny or tragic. (Probably the later, but…)

     “ugh!” he threw the paper ball onto his tray. he was so full. that burger was too much, he felt almost bloated. he groaned to himself and slumped in his chair. he looked up at the roof of the restaurant.      “why do i keep eating?” he complained. he felt like his belly was swollen, like he was a pregnant cow.      he suddenly became too comfortable in that restaurant, or maybe he lacked the knowledge to know that it was inappropriate so, in front of the other, and for all to see, he absentmindedly lifted his shirt to see what lied underneath.      abs. not chiseled, not as strongly defined as usual, but he was no where near as bloated-looking as he felt. he rolled his eyes and let his shirt fall down. as if it was normal, he sat up, and carried on a conversation with his friend.      “how are you still eating?” he asked, half shocked and half complaining. he leaned forward and took a long sip of his milkshake.