08-26-2018, 08:52 PM
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with my heart
[/td][/tr][/table]with my heart
In a shocking turn of events, Catheryn arrives at the common room first. Not because she's read Alex's text message, because she's on do not disturb almost constantly, and had muted that group chat about five years ago, but because she's on the hunt for some soda. The fact that Alexander is there already has her stopping in the doorway, taking a deep breath to steel herself before walking in and heading for the fridge.
"Alright," she says when she turns around, shoving the door closed and cracking open the can of Cola she's found. "What are we doing today?"
The thing is, Catheryn doesn't hate hanging out with her friends, she doesn't absolutely love it, but it's an activity that she will tolerate, if only because it's entertaining to watch Alex and Marko yell about twinks for three hours. She pulls her phone out of her back pocket as she takes a seat on an armchair, swiping away all her Instagram notifications in disinterest and tapping into her messages. "Since I'm here first, you owe me," she says after a pause, not bothering to backread more than the screen she's currently on before re-locking her device and letting it fall to her lap.
Saturday nights usually mean she sits in her room with a good book, or gets some knitting done, but every so often, she gets dragged out to social events. Alex is, almost constantly, the instigator, but Rialto and Marko follow along and Catheryn would rather just leave her room than sit on her bed and listen to three different boys whine in increasingly unbearable pitches.
"If we're doing something boring, I'm just going to go hang out with Aurora instead." Her girlfriend probably has some free time tonight, Catheryn just has to text to let her know that the boys are being douches, that's a good enough reason to bail.
"Alright," she says when she turns around, shoving the door closed and cracking open the can of Cola she's found. "What are we doing today?"
The thing is, Catheryn doesn't hate hanging out with her friends, she doesn't absolutely love it, but it's an activity that she will tolerate, if only because it's entertaining to watch Alex and Marko yell about twinks for three hours. She pulls her phone out of her back pocket as she takes a seat on an armchair, swiping away all her Instagram notifications in disinterest and tapping into her messages. "Since I'm here first, you owe me," she says after a pause, not bothering to backread more than the screen she's currently on before re-locking her device and letting it fall to her lap.
Saturday nights usually mean she sits in her room with a good book, or gets some knitting done, but every so often, she gets dragged out to social events. Alex is, almost constantly, the instigator, but Rialto and Marko follow along and Catheryn would rather just leave her room than sit on her bed and listen to three different boys whine in increasingly unbearable pitches.
"If we're doing something boring, I'm just going to go hang out with Aurora instead." Her girlfriend probably has some free time tonight, Catheryn just has to text to let her know that the boys are being douches, that's a good enough reason to bail.
[b][i]moon river, wider than a mile ･ﾟ✧