#smilingvisionary

          "My, my. It's actually late out here. It's not a god thing to walk alone at night you know. There might actually be things out there in the sea --" Pausing, for mortals that couldn't see past her glamor, Serena was one of them -- a lady in her mid-twenties casually strolling off the length of the shore on a very late autumn night. And that wasn't fine either

        -- x } There was a slight aggravation in the air surrounding Indigo as he sat out on the curb of his apartment complex, having been chased away by the pounding music. It was still audible from outside, but not as much as it had been indoors. The light glow of his cell phone lit up the dark area, giving him enough light to see around him. With bandaged fingers, he scrolled through Vine, not giving much reaction to the videos. Seeing a pair of feet, he glanced up, his dyed hair pooling on the ground. "..What?"

                            Because; this wasn't his favorite thing to do or something he was proud of, Kent dreaded his was to where his host club was. He was all geared up for his hosing job, of course with his black suit and his hair all styled up the way his customer would fancy him. He had worn himself an expensive men's perfume given to him by one of his client - his usual very rich and 20 years older sugar mummy, he would call her. But in the name of getting money to pay for all his life's debts he wouldn't really mind. He couldn't really mind he had told himself countless of times. But he stopped halfway, stopping just in front of a jewelry store, and on display was a very cute silver bracelet. it was beautiful. he figured it would fit a certain someone's hand. And the price only pained his eyes to see. A sigh, a frustrated one was let to escape his slightly parted lips. 

                                      He had been standing in front of the ballet shop for quite a while now, just staring at the pair of black Russian pointe shoes on display. Nikolai sighed, so expensiiiiiiive he thought to himself. Of course his ballet shoes were still fine — if it’s not for a few holes here and there, but still wearable. But he wished for a new pair so that he wouldn’t have to borrow from the school while performing in a recital. And another sigh was let out; where can he get such amount of money too.