#resetgod

        The hand swatted away was retracted and dropped to his side. If Seven hadn’t realized by then that fussing over him was part of his job, maybe he shouldn’t have spent so much time goofing off. And be aware of his surroundings, both on computers and in person, more often.          It took all his strength to not roll his eyes in frustration, particularly at the use of Mary. But since Seven was sick, Vanderwood decided to give him some slack. Didn’t want him to start puking all over, since he’d be the one cleaning it up anyway.         “Will you just-” Vanderwood was cut off by Seven’s question about staying. Unexpected, since even if work needed to be done, Seven would never normally ask such a thing.          The fever had to be making Seven delusional.         Vanderwood moved back, both feet rested on the floor and folded his arms.         “Guess I’ll have to since no work will be getting done otherwise, right?” he asked, gazing at Seven’s down-turned face then sghed. “Here, drink this.”          He grabbed a bottle of water from the table and held it in front of him.  

                                                                                                    * no personals please !

               ‘ was that supposed to be a pickup line ? ‘          a  moment  passes  before  she  responds  again.          ‘  is your real name wifi  ?         because i’m really feeling a connection. ‘  

                   #shooketh

      She  gives him no answer to his quiet inquiry, but puts a hand on Saeyoung’s back; a gentle reminder of her presence. A comfort, should he need it. The road back to something resembling normal will be long and it will be hard. But Jiae will not be moved. If she must burn herself up completely to prove to Saeyoung-- and Saeran-- that there is still light in this world, she will do it. 

“So this is how I die…”

bread, the revolutionary weapon of world war iii