˚₊⋆ 𖠄꒦꒷ ❅

—       two years ago you told the group to trust ourselves in the rhythm,      what happened? 

i  —  i just think that you are what you love

⌬   ،       ꒦꒷    BR✩KEN SUMMER,    ⋆  .  . ♫ ,   @heartshpe:        i would've said something like "no comment" if i knew you'd finally drop it,   but i guess i'll be amicable this time,   (i have no fucking idea what this question even /means/)   —   even though i'm pretty sure i told you last week.  and the day before that.    do you have short-term memory?   [  he blurts out that last one on impulse,  face twisting into a grimace after the initial eyebrow raise, shortly after he recognizes how that's most definitely the type of question that'd strike a couple nerves,  god forbid the way he said it.  he mutters a brief apology for the couple of extra seconds it takes his own memory to register,   perfectly on cue,  at least to accredit his naturally blooming suspicion.  he remembers ALLUME'S infamous fansite  (with probably one of the best names.. how was alluminous not taken, anyway?)  briskly walking over to where he's sat behind tempered glass and a desk draped in black tablecloth,  the shrill tones of her voice sounding out the syllables to the same inquiry that makes her sound like a broken record player stuttering out the same five bars.  if he weren't so annoyed by it,  he'd be commending her determination right about now.  maybe he will,  given she'll be back in no less than a few days time if the promotion scheduling goes as promised.  that notion brings him back around to his initial thought,  an expectant look finally thrown back at her like the perfect uno reverse card,  with a brilliant irony that parallels her own nature now that he's finally got a burning question to toss her direction instead.  ]   hey,    i'm kind of curious,   how do you get into these things so often?     aren't there tons of raffles?    ..   i thought that kind of dedication fell flat when it came to beating probability.