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paradise in paradis august 3, 6:29 pm
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onyankopon pulls into the big driveway, eying the house. you had a bag full of your clothes in the backseat, and your phone in your lap.
the two of you sit in the car for a bit, just staring at the front door in silence.
onyankopon looks at you, resting in his seat. "you shared your lo with me and pieck right? and you got your airtag?" onyankopon questions protectively, checking out your outfit again.
you changed so that you'd be able to wear your bathing suit under your regular clothes, that way you don't have to constantly change throughout the night.
you nod, flashing your best friend a kind smile as he reaches in the back to grab your bag. "there better not be no lingerie in here neither. i know this not his new hous-" "onyankopon." you say sternly, cutting him off.
he holds his hand up in surrender, looking in the mirror and fixing the bonnet on his head. "get up outta here. got me in the rich people parts lookin like a hoodlum." onyankopon scoffs, shooing you away jokingly.
you laugh, taking your bag from him and climbing out of the car. "i'll see you, kay? if i need a ride i'll call." you say, flashing him a big smile.
he nods, smiling right back at you.
you toss your black telfar bag over your shoulder and walk onto the front porch, knocking at the door three times.
'should've rang the bell, asshole.' you thought to yourself, mentally face palming.
after a couple more seconds to yourself, the door swings open and a angry looking man stares you down.
"who're you?" he asked, crossing his arms in defense.
you blink a few times before shifting your weight from one foot to another. "i'm.. mikasa's friend. is she home?" you question, leaning back to make sure you were at the right house.
you hadn't seen sasha's car, nor any indication that she was here.
don't tell me i came to the wrong house..
you hadn't heard onyankopon's car drive off yet, so you know he's still in the driveway waiting for you to get in the house, but now you aren't sure.
"leeeeeugh! don't scare my new client away!" you hear mikasa's voice as she runs downstairs with a childish whine.
she's sporting a size too small tank top and a pair of red boxers that had the lululemon logo around the rim.
the man turns around and squints in confusion, before scoffing loudly. "mikasa, you told me you only have one client. no squeeze ins after four was our deal, i need my office back." the man complained to her, crossing his arms.
