𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙒𝙝𝙤 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝘼𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙚 || 𝘚𝘱𝘺 𝘈𝘜 ||

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——————ꔘ𐬿᯽𐬿ꔘ——————

Ceaseless chatter and light-hearted banter roamed rampantly infuses the opulently furnished office belonging of  their unpunctual member. The sumptuous cream colored walls had been generously furnished with extravagant mirrors and golden framed paintings hanging delicately. The hollowed roof had been framed with golden bands, painting a lavish picture and tiny powders of gold to sprinkle along the image, an obscenely ornate chandelier hung from the barque wall. Atop of the lavish rug covered floor were ornate chairs resembling sofas as they were confined with cushions that matched the walls, a cushioned coffee table inclined to its side. A exquisitely tiled fireplace lined up with the walls with a golden hands propping the scented candles.

Languid on the cushions, two girls remained seated on the cushions and the other two remained on the ground. One with wavy disheveled coffee brown hair and mocha eyes, laying limp with blasé lethargically whist tapping her finger against the armrests in exasperation. The other, who crossed her legs lavishly, with warm dark skin and French curls that protected her bangs with an elastic, lavender eyes lingering vacuously with pursued lips. A young man with brown skin and with scattered hair with a darker shade of brown with the other, resting his ocean eyes that lay his back against the cushions.

On the ground, one with a wolf cut black, radiant hair and lilac eyes that was held captive by an addicting sketchbook that lay within her grasp, using one hand that held a pen to adjust her perched rounded glasses and escaping strands behind her ear before resuming her activity. The other had an identical hair style and color but different eye color being rounded ocean blue of a serene sea, who had also been given a guilty pleasure of her sister's addiction, leaning against the cushioned chairs the brunette lay limbless in.

"How the fuck is she late to her own damn meeting," The flabbergasted brunette blatantly exclaims bitterly, jerking from her position whilst throwing her hands up in exasperation, kicking her agitated legs up and down rampantly. Directing the attention onto her, mirth chuckles and fond eyes narrowed onto the puerile brunette, humoring her by captivating themselves with the flippant brunette. Leaning against the girl next to her, A groan escaped the protestant brunette as she placed a dramatic hand over her forehead in distress, "And she complains how I'm always fucking late."

"Calm down, Kiyochi," the lavender-eyed girl placates with a faint coo, adjusting her position for Kiyochi benevolently with her cooling hands meet her disheveled hair, untangling clinging strands that rests within her coffee brown hair, a small harrumph notifying the lavender-eyed girl of her consent. Pulling on a tightened strand, a yelp escaped the defiant brunette causing the other to mumble an apology with apologetic eyes, "You know Sketches has stacks of papers that long for her attention."

Settling in the placating words from the lavender-eyed girl, Rockabiee, endeavors to alleviate the fuming brunette, she responded with a distasteful pout, crossing her arms whilst sticking a nagging tongue out to the other causing a faint guffaw to leave Rockabiee's lips.

"Quit being impatient. Besides, it's merely been a few minutes," the lilac-eyed girl chimes in with a lopsided grin tugging her face, her eyes leaving contact with her sketchbook to peer over her shoulder at the brunette, who in response rose a clenched fist whilst raising a finger amidst her caged fingers with a faint "𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩" as an insult the brunette could muster lethargically. Noticing the poor excuse for an insult, she returned the pitiful gesticulation.

"M'ts been too long, Sephtisz!" Kiyochi complaints with a shriek, dragging the word '𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨' with a harrumph. A distinctive shriek escaped Sephtisz a tingling sensation nagging at her skin before snapping her head belligerently towards the fatigue washed brunette.