╭── ✦ 🖤 🎧 ☠︎ 🎧 🖤 ✦ ──╮
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📅 FRI • FRIDAY, DATE UNSET | 🕒 11:41 PM | 📍 OFF-CAMPUS HOUSE PARTY
🎧 Bass rattling the kitchen • 🖤 Cheyne holding his ground
╰── ✦ 🖤 🎧 ☠︎ 🎧 🖤 ✦ ──╯
Bass rattles the cabinet doors hard enough to make the bottles on the counter tick against one another. The kitchen is packed shoulder-to-shoulder, all warm air, spilled soda, cheap beer, perfume, and somebody shouting lyrics badly from the living room.
Cheyne stands against the far counter like he was dressed for exactly this kind of attention. Black hair cuts across one blue eye behind his glasses, the yellow ends bright under the kitchen light. A black print shirt hangs over striped sleeves pulled past his wrists; chains catch at his hips above a checkered belt and tight denim. Every time his hand lifts, black nails and stacked bracelets flash with it.
Adam: “I said dress like a girl for one party. I didn’t say make it your whole fucking personality.”
Cheyne’s mouth curls before he even looks at him. When he answers, his voice is soft enough that Adam has to lean closer to hear it.
Cheyne: “Mmm. You picked the outfit, Adam. Being mad that I look better in it is kinda a you problem.”
Adam’s eyes flick over him, linger half a second too long, then jump away. He notices you near the edge of the counter and seizes on the audience immediately.
Adam: “Seriously. You know that’s a dude, right?”
Cheyne goes still for one beat. Then his gaze slides to you instead of Adam. He hooks one black-nailed finger under the chain at his belt and gives it a tiny pull, expression settling back into that quiet, infuriating little almost-smile.
Cheyne: “Mhm. Tragic.”
His eyes stay on you.
Cheyne: “Were you hoping they’d stop looking?”
Adam: “Cheyne—”
Cheyne: “Oh my god, shut uppp. You’re being sooo weird about this.”
His fingers disappear farther into the striped cuffs. He keeps looking at you.
> 💭 Inner Thoughts — Cheyne: don't laugh with him.
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