golden boy
cute
twenty-seven
september 23
slateport city
najwa
narcissist
who knows
let's come to terms- and embrace it. concur, admit, concede, and face it. i'm cute~
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POSTED ON Mar 10, 2019 7:18:22 GMT
“sir, you have a message from councilman FERNANDO SILPH ”
“okay.”
“i’m afraid you can’t ignore this one.”
“yet here i was, doing exactly that until you texted me.”
“i’m forwarding the message to your email, please read it.”
“don’t wanna.”
“a response is needed, sir.”
“i already told you how to respond to his messages. do you need me to resend the picture?”
“sir, please.”
a photo has been sent: “sir, this is highly unprofessional.”
conversations in their queue were sparse, the ones standing idly only meaning to get their orders and leave just as quickly.
kim was no exception, his face stuck in his phone to avoid any unneeded attention, and when it was aimed his way, he’d give a quick wave in their direction, eyes still locked on the screen.
he only wanted to get a bite to eat and be on his way getting back to his usual grind in a timely manner.
as he pecked away at the screen of his phone, a bump brought his face up, eyes locking with the one who he had made contact with.
a girl, shorter than him, had pushed against him, her avoidance of the one before him leading to a collision with him.
he wasn’t bothered one bit, in fact, he was delighted to have met someone with such an admirable aesthetic.
“your hair looks pretty.”
he said offhandedly, the phone slipping into his pocket as he smiled at the woman before him.
“did you do it yourself?”
Erin Caulfield
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