πππ’π¦ππ π¦π§ππ₯π§ππ₯: β [ @ofisolaticnβΒ ]
It had been a rather ππππππππππ day for Adrian Marks. The highlights of his day one might ask? Well no supernatural activity to pull him away from his tasks, for one. And two? Actually getting to complete three projects for his courses a week before the deadline as opposed to it being mere minutes before it is meant to because he was working or having to deal with some supernatural calamity. Okay so really it was just one highlight but still he felt accomplished. And for that alone he deserves to have a little fun. He grabbed his phone from the charger at his desk and quickly scrolled through with the intent of finding someone that could possibly hang out somewhere with him. The witchlighter happened upon the π in his contacts and there was a feeling in his bones that told him to check up on his former counselor. Sure they were technically πππ‘π§π¨π₯πππ¦ apart in age, but his spirit took him and could tell he was a great soul despite his siblings rather extensive history of being anything but that. Long, slender digits went straight to work tapping away at the keyboard on the screen to message him in the hopes he would be free.
[ πππ β π.ππππΌπππππ ] : hey bitch! just kidding, donβt kill me for calling you that henrikky. [ πππ β π.ππππΌπππππ ] : itβs basically almost five, so you π΄π©π°πΆππ₯ be off the clock soon. how about we go to a bar and get some drinks in? itβll be my treat.
Adrian stared at the two text messages he sent the man and for the life of him did not know why he would even send something as cringy as that to him.Β βHeβs never going to respond to that with πΌπππππππ other than being too busy with all that extraness I had to have. Might as well get myself ready to film a show insteadββ A small sigh escaped from his lips.
