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          [ PROMPT GENERATOR ]               thirteen: my muse will send a fluffy text while half-asleep 

(☠)  — It was finally the end of the day, and though his lids were doused with heaviness, he placed himself at the very corner of the van, his other members groggy as well. Whines and small hisses filled the vehicle, in his side of the rear, he slips his mobile off of his pocket, head adjacent to the van’s window. The screen seemed too bright, nearly marring his ability to lull himself to a slight snooze while they commute back to their respective dorm. Thumb adjacent to the screen, he sent a string of messages to someone he knew he was a bit close with, the messages were in English, a feat he and the recipient shared. Changkyun only held a few words back, although his messages seemed too saccharine, it was like as if in a state of insensibility; sleep was nothing more than a harsher narcotic. 

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                                          1:00 am. bzz. 1:05 am. bzz. 1:10 am. bzz

   Three essays formatted into text, in succession. What its context was or why it was sent was of no importance, relevance. The problem at hand was the when, the time it came to his attention, and in an abrupt manner, as well.

   The occasional expletive here and there followed by emotions pouring from the heart made it clear as to what these messages were. A relationship that once seemed so perfect at the beginning became a volatile mess; and towards the end of that decaying connection spawned these words of sentiment. It must have been one of friends, one of the few who would keep themselves up past the crack of dusk to endeavor in such useless matters. The more narrow the list became, the more it confused the male. He had no friends with remotely any sympathy that rivaled this unidentified messenger. 

   Was this in relation to his own personal affairs? It couldn’t have been, he had only been in one relationship- and he was the one who was mercilessly dumped, so the roles would’ve been reversed in that case with him as the giver, not the recipient. At this point Lucas was wide awake, so he scrolled and scrolled endlessly towards the end to no avail. All he could identify was the sex, a male. But it was all the information needed to cut him clean from this debacle. He didn’t swing that way. 

leggo fight because i’m ready to show you my taekwondo skills, mi lady!