Your Music Bleeds Color | 💙🤎

BATIM phase goes hard - enjoy this little pregame Sammy x Wally brainrot

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Sammy Lawrence was not an easily irritable man. Not typically - when the only sounds that filled the room were faint, intelligible murmur and the scratch of his pen on the paper. When the only colors he saw were the products of his mind, or the steady rhythm of his foot tapping the floorboards to provide a base for his music. But as the studio grew, so did the number of people. However, the space in the building did not- causing people to crowd his department, the bustle of busy workers right outside his office blinding his sight in an awful ocean of different colors and shapes.

And naturally, Sammy saw the voice before he heard it. A bright and warm color exploding in shapes the man had never seen in someone's voice before. It caught his attention immediately, the warmth of the oranges and yellows bleeding into his skin and heating his core with a dangerously unfamiliar emotion. And, for just a moment, it was almost pleasurable- the rush of his heart beat shaking his vision as an almost giddy feeling sparked to life within his chest. Then he heard 𝘩𝘪𝘴 voice. Just as quickly as the warmth flooded his veins, it turned into icy cold dread.