An evening of peace was something she desperately needed, whether she would like to admit it or not. So often is she surrounded by noise -- by utter chaos . Nights like these were so special to her ; so deeply craved. His music playing always put her at ease , whether that be her own fondness for tunes or his presence, she was never really sure. But, certainly, the time Holli spent with Stu was always looked forward to (aside from the couple of UPS and DOWNS they’d experienced) . There weren’t any other Doodle girls this time. No TRAMPS that Holli had to kick out of her apartment. Nope. It was just a calm, quiet sort of affair, even with their brief outing. It was still just them. And the blonde almost preferred it that way.

    STAY WITH ME ALL NIGHT ,   she had said. Delivered with soft gentility -- a hint of teasing. A side smirk donning her countenance as she fell into the comfort of her soft bed.

    Holli’s blue eyes peek over top of her covers as she burrows under them, batting widely as she awaited his reply -- her smile still in place, as noted by the crinkling at the corners of her eyes. His inquiry follows and the Doodle gives her shoulders a shrug. She offers a sound of I DON’T KNOW , while keeping her eyes on him and her face cheekily covered. Maybe she asked because she wasn’t ready to part ways for the evening -- Maybe it was a joke. Maybe this ... Maybe that ...

    Would he see this as a MOMENT OF WEAKNESS ? Or would he just see this as Holli being ... Holli ?

   His next words seem to take FOREVER and Holli waits, bated and a tad nervous. But he concedes. Surprise momentarily vibrates in the pit of her stomach -- or maybe that’s just the anxiety talking. She sits up, exposing the rest of her face, head canting in her stunned state. Her coy smile grows, breaking out a big grin in its place instead. She breathes out a sigh through her nose and finds herself feeling VICTORIOUS.

     He tells her to SCOOT and she obliges, shifting over to offer Stu enough space on her QUEEN sized mattress. She takes a pose of comfort, burrowing her face into one of her many pillows that sat at the top of her already plush bed. Her gaze is obscured by cushion, eyes averted. If he needs to make himself more comfortable , this is definitely the time.

SEND ME A  ♗ AND I’LL USE MY ICON STYLE TO MAKE AN ICON OF YOUR MUSE

@pianetta

Being roomies with an internationally adored band had its ups and downs. On one hand, she was subjected to every single one of their creative quarrels all hours of the day. And there was also the issue of hiding her ghostly face form the paparazzi camping out in front of the house. 

However, the pros far outweighed the cons. 

Kali loved hearing them play, individually or all together. There was something magical about it that she just couldn’t get enough of. The lyrics, the beats, the melodic sound of 2D’s voice. It reminded her of how she’d taken up singing at one point in her living days, and she just couldn’t help but chase those fuzzy memories in any way she could.

Soon enough she found herself reciting those achingly familiar songs when she was alone in the house. They were hers, ones she’d came up with a long time ago. Most were just snippets, little verses that carried little meaning. 

She just wished there was a way for her to remember them forever.

Kali peeped through 2D’s doorway, looking practically alive with excitement. ❝D! I’ve got something I wanna ask you…❞ Unlike what normally happens around the dead, the room seemed to warm with her presence, like the gentle kiss of the sun. 

She made sure to stay put on the ground when she approached him– knowing that the floating rubbed him the wrong way– so she had to make due with the fast pace of her feet. Her hair, however, seemed to flow behind her as if underwater. That, she couldn’t seem to keep in check in her giddiness.

Lower lip tucked between her teeth, Kali bounced on the spot a few times, as if to release some of that pent up energy.

❝So, I was thinking…❞

( 💀 ) -          

   Stuart Harold Pot, better known as 2-D, you bet he’s heard that name more    than once in the studio, only from one certain person... Nerd Studios was    usually very quiet, no one really visited && it wasn’t as if anyone would, they    were getting a lot of support for what they do online, doing covers of their    favorite songs, playing at bars, parks && even doing some small concerts.    Hell, they even had some merchandise, they were currently in their third    phase, phases one && two were pretty successful, phase three was just    popping with excitement. Dorkz was the most known cover band on the    internet, almost 7K subscribers on their Youtube channel, but they were nothing    like the original band that inspired the creator && lead singer of Dorkz to    make everything happen.

        ❝ Welcome t’Nerd Studios. ❞

   Now, he knew who it was as soon as he walked in, he was to recognizable,    Guzma has only see the guy in a photo, && only one person in the band    talked about him so much, he never heard the end of it. He was lurking around    the entrance, not really doing much, but man... Meeting this guy should be    a real hoot.

        ❝ -- No need t’introduce yerself, I know ya, yer’ 2-D, yeah ??            Or Stu, as a certain person calls ya all th’time. What brings            y’here, bub ?? ❞

      Whenever a new visitor comes to the Cool World, MISS HOLLI was the first to know. It helped she had friends in many places, high and low, that were willing to do anything for a pretty face like hers. So upon hearing that a NEW  face was in their gritty surroundings, Holli raced to find them ; because if she had this information, so did Frank Harris. And THAT was someone Holli would like to avoid at all costs. The sooner she meets the newest Noid visitor, the less Harris can do to stop her.

                  HOPPED UP PENCIL DICK --

      So she HURRIED to where her FRIENDS had told her to go, ran straight from the Slash Club in her HOOKER - LIKE heels to do so, too. Normally, she’s a collected soul but when push came to shove, Holli was one to shove. HARD. 

      Inquisitive and BEFUDDLED, Holli looks around to see if the visitor was somewhere near -- she was told they had landed just around the Popper’s station. Blonde hair sits messily atop of her head as she pushes her bangs from her eyes, pinning them up to the top of her forehead with her fingers briefly as if that would assist her in her search. 

      She pouts, her pink and plush lips drawn into a dispirited pucker. Finally, her gaze rests on the nearest individual and Holli takes a step forward, a hand resting upon the pronounced curve of her hip. She clears her throat and waves her opposing hand to garner the stranger’s attention – she’s too absorbed in HER “ issues “ to realize that he might be unable to assist her at this current juncture. It’s of little forethought to Miss Holli.

( 詩 ) -          

   Sunlight beamed through the window, tired eyes blinked slowly && slightly    remained open due to the new brightness of the room, what time was it?    She had to go out, buy more food && more milk, maybe pick up some new    stationary on the way home... Or that cute beanie she saw when she went    out a few days back. The poet needed to wake up first, maybe have a bit    of green tea && wash her face with cold water... Yeah, that sounded good.

   Nazumi went to sit up, a pale hand rubbed at one of her eyes, but then she    felt arms wrap around her midsection && pull her back down, a soft squeak    escaped her as Stu did so && their lips connected, causing a light shade of    pink to dust across her face. She just woke up && he was already being cute.

   How dare he.

        ❝ O--Okay... ❞

   Of course she’d stay, it only meant more time with him. Naz, you’re roommates,    you spend almost all of your time with him. The poet snuggled closer to the singer    && let out a soft sigh, she had to be careful, she didn’t want to fall asleep again    && spend the whole day in bed, that would be nice, though... Just one lazy day.

        ❝ -- Stu... Can you sing me a song ?? ❞