#vincenteu

        even though his finals weren’t starting for at least another week, he’d already done enough studying to carry him through without a hitch. and with enough books piling up in the corner of his room, he was growing restless. the semester seemed to drag on in a way that left him listless, moving from one thing to another – pick up his violin, dig into another shelf at the library, listen to his lectures over again. now he was out of options ( or at least any that he felt drawn to ) which left only one thing: cleaning.

       typically there wasn’t much to do – kennedy was always organized; his room lived in but always clean. still, there were things he hadn’t touched in ages, things accumulating at the back of his closet he could do with going through. during a full afternoon cross-legged on his bedroom floor digging around and clearing things out, he’d stumbled upon one too many things that no longer belonged to him. a sweater, an old cd case, a few sheets of handwritten music. the latter was his, but it wasn’t for him, it never had been, and so he didn’t see a need in keeping it. with a wrinkle of his nose, he’d tucked into a cardboard box, ignoring the doodles of hearts in the corners of the page that made his stomach twist uncomfortably. 

andrés: i hear your brother's officially cuffed

andrés: what about you lil lonely vince ?

          cut  strawberries  and  banana  decorate  plates,  spatula  dripping  with  pancake  batter  as  the  soundtrack  to  his  breakfast  making  (  courtesy  of  spotify’s  mood  booster  playlist  )  adds  rhythm  to  his  movements,  tapping  the  utensil  on  the  side  of  the  bowl  in  time  to  the  claps  in  the  song.   he’s  reaching  for  a  frying  pan  when  a  movement  from  the  doorway  draws  his  attention,  quirking  an  eyebrow  as  recognition  dawns,  vincent  a  (  notorious  )  polaris  regular,   ❛               huh,  i  didn’t  take  you  for  a  breakfast  person.   ❜

Karisma looked at the Dite kid from the amphitheater. He looked normal enough-to Karisma Vincent didnt give any himbo or spends too much time on weird forums vibes. So she approached him slowly. Finally she sat across from him, arms crossed. 

“So whats your deep dark secret?” 

mimi: dude, my sister's up my ass about attending ra meetings

mimi: soooooo . . .

       contrary to popular belief ,  cherry was rather good at focusing on things .  sure ,  there was the occasional dozing off in the middle of a lecture ,  or perhaps some good old daydreaming every other day but still ;  it was never something she’d struggled with .  nevertheless ,  today was a particularly off day for the girl .  perhaps she’d been spending so much time making sure other people were getting enough sleep that it’d caused her exhaustion ,  &  what is a child of hypnos without the right amount of rest ?  a travesty ,  for sure !

                   the odds of gabe being the earliest riser on campus are slim, he knows. but it’s not a rarity for him to be gaia grounds’ first customer of the day, in and out before the clock strikes 6:05. today is a little different, though. he’s standing outside, back respectfully turned to the still-locked door. “morning,” he greets the sound of footsteps, still staring down at his day’s schedule and trying to figure out where he’ll make up the lost time. 6:15 is fast approaching. “they’re having technical difficulties. shouldn’t be long before they open up.” he finally locks his phone and looks up, lips quirking slightly. “or it could be long? there was some screaming.”