#ltuscter

the lights were flickering on the top floor again.

ms. patel had asked ud to check them out three days in a row now, but it looks like they would have to wait another day because said ud tawan was currently staring intently at the vending machine in the lobby. he swears he was on his way to the elevator, but the vending machine just so happened to be re-stocked, and he couldn’t ignore the fact that sol’s favourite brand of canned coffee was glinting back at him (not that she’d ever specifically expressed that she liked this particular brand, he just always saw her shooting them back like wheatgrass shots).

the clock in the lobby was unreliable, but it was dark enough outside for ud to feel a familiar tug of something like worry at the pit of his stomach— not that taeng was out, he knew she was back at the apartment, but the fact that yisol was.

he tells himself, as he stuffs the canned coffee in his hoodie and buries himself in the hood, that he’ll just go for a walk (it’s not nearly as cold to warrant wearing a hoodie, but ud was a sweltering heat kinda guy and ville city was too cold most nights). he had no idea what time she’d be back, or if she was coming back at all, but still, he waits at the bus stop, toes digging into a tiny clump of grass peeking out through the pavement.

the 626 turns the corner in the distance and ud stands up, teetering over expectantly before the bus stops in front of him. he almost misses her, but suddenly they’re standing right in front of each other, and ud lamely raises his hand to offer a small wave.