#nirvanalost

     SLIM FINGERS DRAW AN INNOCUOUS white stick free from inner jacket pocket, blind hand patting along jean pockets in search of a lighter that’s currently resting on his dresser at home, rather than in one of the few pockets on his person. a bleak sigh shudders past lips, calling towards the first stranger dark eyes are set on: “do you have a light?”

     legs are tossed up and comfort sprawls body across couch, head hung over armrest and eyes crossed ; he’s the picture of laziness and boredom, always so bored with humans, with being unable to use the stars erupting in his chest. kyungmin spares a glance towards his current companion, quiet, curious ; despite boredom, he’s yet to disappear into the hills, never to be seen again, as he’s drawn to those inhabiting this rock. “is this what you normally do ??” vague inquiry, a general you rather than the other.

“Are you dumb? I have lots of friends, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” The blonde exclaimed, clearly annoyed. “I don’t understand why you and my dad always insist that I make new friends and set me up with people who don’t even like me. Regardless, I’m okay by myself.” Misaki stated, eyes rolling as she made her way past her butler who barely got the chance to utter another word before the doorbell rang. 

          ❝ i’m really not that terrible! ❞ she said as she looked down at her terribly went wrong cake.  ❝ i’m--- i’m just learning okay? don’t judge me. it still tastes good. ❞