#jiho.

“ ¿sabes? en realidad eso me encantaría, muero de aburrimiento. ” no requirió mayor pensamiento olvidarse del manga que hojeaba, para luego desocupar lugar, dedicando efímera sonrisita, previo a con un suave gesto de cabeza, señalar dirección de inicio. “ es la primera vez que vengo a kioto, en realidad, sí es muy bonito. ” confiesa después de unos segundos, manos entrelazadas a su espalda mientras vista delineando cada nimiedad con la que se encontraban.

E nada mais que isso. Tinha certeza que ele entenderia suas intenções apenas com essa mensagem, afinal, não tinham motivos para conversar além de combinar encontros. Na janela de conversa só se via mensagens do tipo, com horários ou locais, e Elena não tinha nenhuma intenção de mudar isso. Era mais fácil assim. Não teria paciência de lidar com Jiho de qualquer outro jeito.

And I wouldn't say we have a typical Saturday night because you enjoy making me do different things.

expanse of mattress is an academic disaster covered in loose leaf paper, library - borrowed paperbacks, and multicolored array of highlighters. stark contrast from pristinity the rest of bedroom holds with carpeted floor devoid of any articles of clothing and every item placed meticulously in its own space. shakespearean play is long forgotten in lieu of eyes wandering over anything that conveniently catches his fickle attention aside from project partner seated further up the bed. mechanical pencil taps against lower brim as he feigns contemplation despite failure to grasp early modern english printed on dust - riddled pages. digital clock on forsaken laptop reads nine thirty, and he had only been sheepishly balancing upon edge of boxspring for about twenty of those minutes. ❛ this shit sucks. ❜ abrasive comment ripples through silence like puny stone skipping across tranquil lake, composition book pushed off jean - clad lap and placed beside him. ❛ maybe we should take a break . . . just a reset to get the creative juices flowing, y'know ? ❜