“what the fuck is it you wa--” when daphne and her current partner’s night is interrupted by incessant knocking on her door, she doesn’t expect her ex to be on the other end of it. with her robe carelessly put on, hardly covering up much of her bare body, the dj swings her door open wide only to be met with the person she once used to call her girlfriend. “what are you doing here?”

nico + charlotte ( @peppermvnt )

hands  gripped  on  to  her  cup  for  dear  life  as  she  looked  over  at  leia,  who  was  looking  far  too  comfortable  with  another  one  of  their  coworkers.  quinn  let  out  a  scoff  and  shook  her  head,  rising  from  her  seat  and  leaned  up  against  the  counter.  “  you  know,  there’s  rooms  here  for  a  reason.  ”  she  said  loudly,  voice  trying  to  compete  with  the  loud  music.  she  wasn’t  sure  why  she  was  so  fucking  annoyed  in  the  first  place,  her  and  leia  could  barely  stand  to  be  in  the  same  room  as  it  was.  perhaps  it  was  the  alcohol  finally  getting  to  her  brain,  or  the  fact  there  was  an  inkling  of  jealousy  rooted  deep  inside  somewhere.  the  latter  she  would  never  admit  to,  of  course. 

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perhaps seunggi is being too invasive. it’s not like he had never knocked on the apartment door before — in fact, he’d had done it so many times that he’d lost count. granted, those knocks were sprung for a completely different, aggravating reason. but they still counted, no? that’s at least what he tells himself as he stands in front of the other’s door, a plastic bag and small all-too-cheesy flowers in hand. he would’ve never thought about doing this weeks ago, especially this late at night after work, but when he had passed them in the lobby earlier that morning, they seemed almost too out of it to recognize. surely it wasn’t entirely his responsibility or place to see if they were alright; he was merely the irritable guy next door after all. but after putting two and two together (a.k.a. the noise precisely cut in half from what he was used to from their apartment), a random act of kindness might cheer them up a little. he lets a few minutes of pure silence go by before he’s following up with a few more knocks, “hello? is anyone home? i, uh — i brought some desserts from the new place down the street if you’d like to try them.” totally makes him sound like a wannabe girl scout, but it’s the thought that counts.

“...did she say what i think she said or am i losing my mind?” 

     “come on!!” he’s definitely wheedling, hands clinging to the other’s upper arm and all but shaking appendage, sounding not unlike a child who just refuses to accept no for an answer. “i haven’t stayed in an abandoned place in a while and my subscribers need another vid, they’re starving for it.” caspar is more than willing to stay in whatever haunted locale he’s discovered all by himself, only he doesn’t wish to die because he fell through the floor and broke his legs or because he pissed off a spirit or, even worse, because he found a demonic entity rather than a harmless ghost ( he’ll fuck with a lot of things but demonic entities are a hard no ).

“  well  ,  of  course  i  stayed  .  you're  here  ,  where  else  would  i  be  ?  ”