[ Text to: Emo Kid ] : Hurry up. [ Text to: Emo Kid ] : it’s fucking cold out here.
[text to: idiot] dont be such a pussy im coming
ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE DOOR, there is an audibly loud sigh, coming from what seemed to be midway up the nearby staircase as Lucien descended, and from the sound of it, he was moving as SLOWLY as he humanly could, as if to SPITE Ernest for his OWN impatience, each step creaking under the cotton of Lucien’s socks ( at BEST, it was hypocritical to even tease him for such, as Lucien had just spent the past five-or-so minutes TEASING the other for the exact same reason, but Lucien was unwilling to go into the logic of such stupid things ). Sooner than later, there was the sound of the door unlocking, and the lanky teen peeked his head out, staring down at Ernest. ❝So, are you coming in, or what?❞
