#lavendardeath

He shook his head immediately, “Wouldn’t that be breaking your promise not to get started, didn’t you promise to be good for me?” He asked, grunting audibly as he pushed himself up from his crouched position on the floor to idly walk over to the corner where all the members belongings were, grabbing his bag from the hoard of bags and pulling it free, “Besides, you’re playing a tough game here, you know where I am, yet you insist... It’s almost begging for repercussions when I actually get there.”

He shook his head hearing your sigh through the receiver, it was much too embarrassing to be caught by his members to even risk it – he’d been caught prior and they still havent let him down; he’s sure they’ll be comments about it once he hangs up the phone and they ask who was on the other line. He hummed, checking the watch strapped around his wrist before shrugging, “About thirty?” He said, but his word really meant nothing, he wasn’t the best with keeping his word for when he would arrive. “I’ve just got to pack up and head over... Do you think you could wait that long? It’s awhile to keep that promise of ours.”