【ＤＥＳＣＲＩＰＴＩＯＮ】
𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐃𝐎𝐂𝐇𝐄
❐n. a conversation in which everyone is talking but nobody is listening, simply overlaying disconnected words like a game of Scrabble, with each player borrowing bits of other anecdotes as a way to increase their ow...
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Ｒ♢ＳΞ░ＰＩΛＮＩＳＴ （ ゃ花）
┌──❀*̥˚───❀*̥˚─┐
Note: Death, cursing
└───❀*̥˚───❀*̥˚┘
Ｓａｔｕｒｄａｙ
"This is it" Kioshi held the small piece of paper with the address of his classmate as he threaded a hand through his cloud hair, he turned his gaze up to the house that was currently in front of him, it looked intimidating as the atmosphere was cold, it was early in the morning, about six o clock — Kioshi looked back from where he came from
The house was up a hill and close to a forest, fortunately, there were stairs at the bottom, the cloud gulped as he looked up again to face the house, cautiously taking a step forward towards the big doors, he felt a piercing stare on his back making the hair on his neck rise up
he looked back to see...nothing but a bird that was flying towards the backyard
he huffed as one of his hands held his jacket as the other held the handle that was placed on the door and knocked against it, Kioshi waited...
he waited...
he waited...
he waited— OKAY WE GET!
there was no response, making him slightly agitated but that didn't stop him from giving his classmate the folder, he looked around for any people that came by, he waited by the stairs to wait for the keeper that kept the house in shape; Ophelia
He wasn't just gonna break-in, he's a kind and patient lad and not to mention outgoing, he grew up in a normal household, his privilege was higher than average but it was seen as normal to the others in the city, he enrolled in (school name/ because I was too lazy to come up with one)
