#ofroseates

            “i’m sorry — i don’t know what to say anymore.”

                      “is this not the most wonderful pair of -- what’s the word? -- oh! footwear! is this not the most wonderful pair of footwear you’ve ever seen in your life?” june has both their feet wrapped up in cling film, a grin so wide on their visage, it was as bright as the sun. in their arms is an opossum, trying to free itself from their firm grasp. though not too tight to injure the animal, the alien definitely looks like they’re about to vibrate from the sheer glee they feel from their finds. “and i’ve made a friend! say hello, minho!”

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ava: i’m telling you, i love the beanie season ava: but when i told that to someone at work today they looked at me funny ava: they said it was ‘cuffing’ season, not beanie season ava: i’ve been sitting here all night wondering what the heck that means !! ava: thoughts or suggestions ??

various opiate concoctions c h a s e one another in astrid’s bloodstream as she waves among the drunken masses. past the point of attempting any form of dancing, the blonde’s focus is instead on forgetting everything that has previously been lingering at the back of her mind –– from her disaster of a first show, to the confrontation with caelum that likely POISONED the following day. weeks may have passed between that day & the current one, but astrid still struggles to put the entire two-pronged ordeal out of her mind. hence the party. she can smell the intoxication r a d i a t i n g off of the strange face that approaches her, but she holds no qualms when his body is pressed against hers, choosing simply to place her hand within his & lead him upstairs so that they might get to the CRUX of the matter sooner. headed up the stairs in search of an empty room, she ignores the chatter pouring out of his lips in favour of pausing to silence them with her own. happy as he’s reduced to an awe-inspired silence, she sets them in motion once more.

mary-lynette: my family is fighting at a fancy restaurant again mary-lynette: i’m getting out of here asap mary-lynette: and im coming to your place mary-lynette: i need your head buried between my legs to ease the stress 

                       the scent of a mild cologne and a newly washed cotton t-shirt shouldn’t be this enticing but the guy behind her is a little too close so she has no choice but to have her nose pretty much shoved against eugene’s shoulder, which would’ve been fine if they were close friends but they weren’t. in fact, this is the first time they’ve ever been within a meter of each other so... yeah, she probably shouldn’t be sniffing him like a curious dog. it’s only when her gaze lifts towards his head that she realizes he’s caught her in the act. she stammers out a: “i, uh-- that wasn’t--” and looks higher up, as if she’d been transported to the sistine chapel and found herself transfixed by the art in the ceiling. fuck. harper clears her throat then, hoping he’d pretend that he didn’t see what he just did. “what, um, what flavor of popcorn were you gonna get?”

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