here is the truth: i keep waiting for my anger to go dormant, but it won't. i keep waiting for someone to reroute my anger into the ocean, but no one can.
˗ˏˋ @luxuriavinum
he blocks her path back to the bunks with a shoulder. his eyes are narrowed, arms crossed over his chest, and the expression on his face is expectant.
"so what's your angle? everyone's got one."
˗ˏˋ @kim_jun_hee_
"you really aren't with him?"
tilting his head to one side in thought, he absentmindedly fidgets with the ring on his forefinger. "how do i know you aren't just bullshitting so we let you on our team?"
always fidgeting. spinning his ring, adjusting the sleeves of his clothes over his hands, tucking his hair behind his ears, you name it. it started as a nervous tick, but eventually turned into habit and now he just does it regularly.
slept poorly again— he's in a bad mood. looking around the dorm at players milling about or eating their breakfast. his gaze finds [ reader ] standing nearby and turns into an expression of annoyance. "𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘩, what do you want?"
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀˗ˏˋ ♡ this to show interest in shipping with my muse. it doesn't guarantee a ship, but i'll dm you to gauge chemistry.