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writetomyheart2022-06-27 10:12 pm
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[team four] we keep falling
Yeah I have no idea what this is.
Also my IP is banned on chrome but not on firefox?
Tutor grabs his bag and puts Yim’s wallet in his back pocket before heading over to the loveseat, where Yim is fast asleep on Nunew’s shoulder, neck bent at an awkward angle. Nunew is staring intently at the phone lying horizontally in his hands, his teeth chewing on his bottom lip. He looks about two and a half worlds away, and even as Nat tries to make eye contact by subtly clearing his throat, Nunew doesn’t look up.
“What’s up?”
Nat looks up to see Tutor standing next to him, completely changed out of his stage clothes, balancing his backpack on one shoulder. Tutor’s white t-shirt and loose black slacks look awfully comfortable to Nat, who’s still in his stiff suit pants and pressed white shirt. Nat wants to change too, but there are other matters that are more pressing at the moment.
“Nothing,” Nat says quickly, words clipped.
Nat can almost hear Tutor’s right eyebrow rise.
“Nat, you’re squirming,” Tutor says, looking at Nat with disbelief. “I’d say you’re high on sugar but —”
Nat follows Tutor’s gaze over to the white sofa where an animated Zee is showing Max something on his phone. As if he feels their gazes on him, Max’s eyes flicker up to meet Nat’s. Nat looks away so fast his eyes almost roll back into his skull, his face hot.
Tutor looks at him with a knowing gaze, a smug smile on his lips.
“I’ll ask again,” he says, and there’s a glee in his voice that makes Nat want to kick him.
“What’s up?”
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alchemicink, you're up and these are your words: "What's up?". ^^
Also my IP is banned on chrome but not on firefox?
Tutor grabs his bag and puts Yim’s wallet in his back pocket before heading over to the loveseat, where Yim is fast asleep on Nunew’s shoulder, neck bent at an awkward angle. Nunew is staring intently at the phone lying horizontally in his hands, his teeth chewing on his bottom lip. He looks about two and a half worlds away, and even as Nat tries to make eye contact by subtly clearing his throat, Nunew doesn’t look up.
“What’s up?”
Nat looks up to see Tutor standing next to him, completely changed out of his stage clothes, balancing his backpack on one shoulder. Tutor’s white t-shirt and loose black slacks look awfully comfortable to Nat, who’s still in his stiff suit pants and pressed white shirt. Nat wants to change too, but there are other matters that are more pressing at the moment.
“Nothing,” Nat says quickly, words clipped.
Nat can almost hear Tutor’s right eyebrow rise.
“Nat, you’re squirming,” Tutor says, looking at Nat with disbelief. “I’d say you’re high on sugar but —”
Nat follows Tutor’s gaze over to the white sofa where an animated Zee is showing Max something on his phone. As if he feels their gazes on him, Max’s eyes flicker up to meet Nat’s. Nat looks away so fast his eyes almost roll back into his skull, his face hot.
Tutor looks at him with a knowing gaze, a smug smile on his lips.
“I’ll ask again,” he says, and there’s a glee in his voice that makes Nat want to kick him.
“What’s up?”
alchemicink, you're up and these are your words: "What's up?". ^^
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