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:( thank you, bae :(

15. Your muse staggers into my muse’s home, drunk and angry.

Silent nights were slowly becoming a luxury for the twins, constantly being kept awake at odd hours of the morning from the sounds of their noisy neighbors who obviously had no respect for others. It wasn't the best, or even an ideal option for a place to call home, but it was inexpensive, spacious, and was near the campus for his brother to attend school easily. Being near the metropolis gave them easy access to a lot of places which in turn gave them opportunities to be social and completely deceiving to anyone outside their own little world together.

Having friends wasn't uncommon for Shixun, far from it. What was uncommon was hearing the irritable knocks against his door at two am, far too irregular to be their neighbors and far too loud to be anyone new. Whoever the person outside the door was someone he knew. Maybe even someone they both knew. Those were the only ones brave enough to trek this far to disturb them when all they wanted was peace and quiet. Especially at this hour. Dragging his feet to the door, he swings it open while mustering up the most irritated face he could muster but it was all in vain as he saw the taller male enter their apartment with no remorse to what he just did and no greeting uttered. The scent of alcohol wafted through the air as the other walked by, already knowing what this was before it even happened.

Send me a ☎ and my muse will accidentally send your muse nude pictures, along with a naughty message.

[ sms: xxxx --- FILE ATTACHED ] I know you’re at work and everything, but I just wanna say that I miss you, and send you a little something to get you through the day!

[ ✰ — ]    Brain scattered, eyes tired and he's not taken the chance to have a good nights rest for the past few days, he's been working on sketches for a customer for the last week but just couldn't figure out what to do. But today he's done something out of the ordinary --  and he's taken an art class. Out of his 400 plus years on earth he's never taken a class for this, but he was starting to lose some passion in what he's done for ages. He didn't want that to happen so deciding to do this was something he's placed for himself scared that he'd be lost again like before. The art class didn't hold many people in it and gave out monthly assignments to do.

This week he's supposed to go out and talk to strangers and so here he is now walking up to a person he doesn't know asking a single question, hoping they'd use their imagination and give something he could work on his sketch book page. He needed to bring it to life just as they told him. 

     ❝ Hello? Uhm, do you happen          to have  few minutes.❞