Hoshi: I think I might cry [Thursday, May 4th, 03:07PM]
Hoshi: You're just outright gonna play me like that. [03:07PM]
Hoshi: k then, u little child (^v^)[03:08PM]
Hoshi: pls be my squishy [03:08PM]
Woozi: You just don't understand do you??? [03:09PM]
Woozi: This isn't some stupid joke, LEAVE ME ALONE!! [03:09PM]
Hoshi: Block the number then I'm not stopping u [03:11PM]
Woozi: JUST SHUT THE HELL UP AND LET ME THINK, DAMN IT [03:12PM]
Woozi: MY MOM COULD DIE, AND YOU'RE ACTING LIKE i SHOULD BE OKAY, LIKE EVERYTHING IS JUST GREAT, AND IT'S NOT, DAMN IT! [03:13PM]
Hoshi: block the damn number then if u want. [03:14PM]
Woozi: .... you're not even going to say sorry? [03:15PM]
Hoshi: nope. If you're so sick of me, block the number, I'll never talk to you again. [03:15PM]
Hoshi: It's all u had to do from the beginning [03:16PM]
Woozi: It will be grey then... [05:36PM]
Hoshi: Grey????? O.o [05:48PM]
Woozi: That's what silence looks like. [05:49PM]
Hoshi: Looks like????? Are you drunk??? [05:50PM]
Woozi: Uggh, nvm [05:50PM]
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Synesthesia [Woozi+Hoshi]
Fanfiction"-I see things when I hear things. No one understands." -In which, he tries to escape by writing music, but can't escape from everything by himself- -syn.es.the.sia [ˌsinəsˈTHēZHə] NOUN the production of a sense impression relating to one sense or p...