#mitxng

Kyo sighed and took a sip of his own cup of coffee, having expected that sort of reaction from anyone who overheard him, “Isn’t my expressionless face and empty eyes proof enough of my horrendous stress? I mean, seriously, what else would be going on in my head while I stare off into space? Certainly not the most chill of thoughts, son. I feel bad for any mind readers that happen to be near me. Every now and then I’ll actually stop to mentally apologize before continuing the broadcast of my mental screeching. Just in case.”

I mean its kinda serious. I’m not much to eat.. well its more like I forget. [/ she spoke softly shaking her head and takes a hand and pushes his wallet down a smiling; I don’t want you to have to pay for my food silly. I really want a burger.

“ i’m fine . ” she speaks with the dying embers of a precious fire in her words && sour venom pressed into her SPEECH . then , she breaks the scowl with a FORCED smile , her head lifting up to face him . “ really , if not n o w , then i WILL be . ” L I A R .

   「 🌿 」－ Fingers glide along the white keys ; each small touch responding in a chain of soft notes. The piano has always been there ; small fingers working away at the keys at the young age of 5. It was familiar and stress free, an escape from the world around him. He tilts his head slightly, eyes briefly washing over the others features before nudging his shoulder lightly. ❛ Are you going to join in for this part? ❜ He questions softly, his fingers still moving against the keys in slow progression. He's taken advantage of their shared love for the piano, but simply it's hard to find others willing to indulge like this.

❝Have you ever thought of doing this professionally?❞

“Mmm, dude, I’m not sure it’s supposed to look like that.” Matthew let out a nervously laugh and lightly squeezed the males shoulder. “You tried though, right?”