january 2020

( / cracks open a can of cold cass, taking a long sip before setting it on the hardwood floor. he sniffles, having just showered, the draft from the windows not being taken kindly. turns his head to motion at anyone nearby to close them, only to be dismissed because otherwise the whole apartment will smell like pork. which, fine. )

( / sighs and brings his drink with him, heading back to his bedroom to shrug his towel off his neck, pulling a sweater over his head as an extra layer for warmth. sits on the edge of his bed, ducking so he doesn’t bump into the bunk above. whips out his phone from the pocket of his sweats, squinting at the screen as his thumbs hover over, like doing that little circular dance thingy will magically transfer his thoughts to the screen )

to: suran [ 21:05 ] right so uh [ 21:05 ] did your sister like it?