#prcstige

you da bae ❤️

Levi: you that busy?

Nyhri had went through an entire session of training without an ounce of distraction, and the longer he stayed there, the more aggressive he seemed to become. This led to his current predicament; the bother beside him as he attempted to defeat the punching bag rather unsuccessfully, thanks to the factor that finally broke his concentration -- unwarranted criticism. “Open your mouth again and I’mma knock you dead in your shit.”

murphy was cautious to knock at the door in front of him for a third time, eyes constantly peering between the white wood and the bus stop he had previously left from. in his arms was the small two year old, asleep at that moment, and he figured that it’d be better to drop her off now so that he could have a chance at getting work done. “look,” he breathed out the moment the door opened, running a hand behind his neck slowly. “i know this shit is short notice, but i need you to watch daiya for a minute..”

“--you have a really nice office,” ona commented sweetly, walking around the perimeter of the room as if she had never seen it before. truthfully, she didn’t make the choice to see the other because they sent for hours -- she paid them a visit because, like some others, her boss hadn’t received an ounce of pay from them. “like, nicer than my pimp’s. you remember him, right? anyways -- he told me to tell you that you’ve gotta stop paying for what you can’t afford.”

he was always happy to keep the company of the other. it meant christian could lowkey study the other’s habits and put away the data for later -- he had this thing for watching the ways humans behaved, copying and mimicking them so he seemed more natural. the other male was a bit different than any of the humans he had met thus far so it always spiked his curiosity. “so what do you want to do today kwan?” he asked with a tilt of his head and smile. “i was thinking if you’re not too busy maybe we could go explore some parts of the city i have yet to see. what do you think? i’ll even treat you to something to eat.”

Baylen nervously chewed onto her lower lip as she stared down at the text message she had received earlier that day before pacing back and forth in the room. She felt her chest tighten as the anxiety of her adoptive brother who took her innocence at the age of fifteen had contacted her for the first time in years. Baylen couldn’t think straight as she ran her fingers through her strawberry blonde locks in distress before her hazel hues gazed over at the other person. “I have to leave town,” she whispered.