#mnsungs

heard some nasty stuff going on in the boys bathroom, any ideas who the culprits are?

there was nothing quite like landing in a late night diner on a week day. it was as if time was stopped and altered entirely during times like this. it was the kind of vibe that seemed to mesh well with the drifting characteristics that sangmi seemed to embody. sitting in a booth, her fingers nursing a hot mug of what she could only call semi-decent coffee, her gaze focused itself on the other in front of her, knowing full well that if he asked to go to the bathroom at some point, it would be to shove more white powder up his nose.