#porcelvin

— Noona.. I seriously can’t understand how you can go shopping wearing such high heels.. ( ` he shakes his head at the woman in front of him as he holds up a pair of her high heels; doesn’t it hurt like hell when you walk around for hours wearing these.. things? )

【 msg 】not before i look around in it to see what kind of terrible things you’ve been up to.

Looking up from the screen of her laptop, she blinked a few times to clear her blurry vision, her heart beating slightly erratically from the combination of energy drinks and lack of sleep that she was running on. The question was a good one. Just how tired was she? She’d been up for almost three days trying to catch up with her work, a combination of being booked to fill in during a two day photoshoot and having to record, edit and release a handful of videos within the next few days had made her a bit on the stressed side.

“Well… I…” she started before sighing softly, a hand pushing some of her bangs from her tired eyes. “Pretty exhausted.”

[ ❗ ] Crossing her legs as she cradled her laptop carefully against her, she leaned back again on her couch and looked at the message in front of her, trying to not laugh at the reaction the other had given her in response to the spam of cute zebra pictures she’d sent out. Honestly, they were really cute pictures. She needed to share them. They NEEDED to be shared. So they were irrelevant to their conversation… but that was half the fun with the internet. Irrelevancy ran rampant.

« This is true. But look at them. They’re adorable. You can’t tell me that you don’t like them, can you? »

Her fingers flew across the back lit keyboard, pinky hitting the enter button quickly to send off the message as yet another ping came from the screen. Tabbing over to her next incoming message, she laughed as yet another wave of irrelevant animal pictures came to her sight. At least now she had more ammo.

Does she mind the zebra spam? Not one bit. In fact, Tzuyu is the kind of person who will be near tears if she’s given affection from a skittish kitten, and the type to fill up her phone with pictures of baby animals in every pose imaginable – they are one of the first things that manage to cheer her up when she’s down, too. But that doesn’t necessarily need to be public knowledge and, even more so, she doesn’t quite want Areum to know that she’s spent the last few minutes whining like a puppy at what she’s been sent, because she had no idea how to handle it.

No. I can’t tell you that. I was just trying to make sure you are aware of the fact! …is there anyone who can claim not to like zebras, though? They must not have a heart…

              he crouches over the               fallen box, the contents               inside clearly scrambled,               the sudden run in with a               stranger resulted in him                dropping the hard-earned               gaming system.