#(ooc: this next one i should probably consider shortening it back down though maybe. Hrm. get back to mobile being an option)

[piningpercussionist]

Oh. Good, then; I love a good fire.

.... But, uh, no? To be fair- why would I have picked something like that up to read, on title alone? Did it have a particularly striking blurb on the back, or something? Some killer opening?

You heard a crashing sound from above, then another, and BAM!

Matthew patel be upon ye! Still smoking from just how fast he went through the roof

Kim Pine!

-❤️🖤

*Hearing the first crash, a cold chill goes down Kim's spine, and on instinct she quickly scrambles away from her desk, leaping behind her kit in a mad dash for her drumsticks. When the second comes, she flinches, spinning so quickly that she has to catch herself on the wall to avoid falling back and cracking her head against it. Wide eyed, she stares at Matthew Patel, feeling a little ill as her heart races violently in her chest.*

Oh God, not again- Wasn't one of you winning enough?! I'm not even da-

Wait.

DID YOU JUST CRASH THROUGH HOLLIE'S ROOM?!

*She looks up at the hole in horrified disbelief, a wave of dread washing over her.*

Oh God, Hollie's gonna fucking kill me... and this isn't even my fault.... (Well, she'll get to kill me if I live through this, anyway.)

What the HELL do you want?!