#Who are you‚ really? [ byanyan ]

[chronal-anomaly]

@byanyan asked:

💿 :>|| Roast my music ( accepting )

"You shouldn't be afraid of chasing something, Byan." It was direct, moreso than she had been in the past, but not crude. Her tone was sweet, understanding as much as possible, of the near-impossible situations they had been repeatedly subjected to over the years. "Being told no isn't something you've respected in the past, why start now? Why listen to the people who doubt you?"

💿- City of Angels - Em Beihold

[chronal-anomaly]

[Text: A Glittery Surprise] Stealing gets you shit fabric and scraps. But you've always done good with that. Don't let me tell you what to do.

[Text: A Glittery Surprise] Right kind of mesh? There's wrong kinds of mesh? [Text: A Glittery Surprise] Dunno much about it, if I'm honest [Text: A Glittery Surprise] Lets go to the fabric store later, we can window shop if nothing else.

[sms: (worst) alarm clock]ㅤya but have u considered: stealin is more fun [sms: (worst) alarm clock]ㅤalso what money am i sposed 2 use [sms: (worst) alarm clock]ㅤanythin i get outta pockets goes 2 food n shit [sms: (worst) alarm clock]ㅤuhhh... hm. i got a few ideas i wanna make [sms: (worst) alarm clock]ㅤgot one 4 like. this kinda strappy off the shoulder thing w a bit of mesh worked in [sms: (worst) alarm clock]ㅤsgotta be the right kinda mesh tho. thats been the real hard part

[ratwhsprs]

WHAT IS YOUR TRUE ROLE IN THE STORY?

the antihero

you my dear, are the incarnation of duality, and you might think of claws and venom mixed with grace but alas, nothing near as poetic. you my friend, are mixture of what is seen as right, and what is questioned. you follow the path of your own two feet, you know the twists and turns of life's forests quite well if I do say so myself, and you can meander along them wonderfully. you strive to stay true to a certain sense of principles you might call your code, but whereas in reality, those would be your morals. people tend to see you as strange. sharp edged and glinting you hide behind a cloak of chain mail but really you just prefer to show off your imperfections first. unlike many who scramble to make it as if their flaws never existed, you proudly raise yours up. saying, "this is me, this is the worst of me, now you know what to expect." and might I say, it is quite an intriguing mindset, for truth be told, the ones that love your spikes and craters are the ones who appreciate your softness the most. you wish not to be loved as something lovable, but as a monster. for aren't we all just beasts in human skin? you are brave, but you are lonely. you know quite well how to scare off most, making even the heroes with the boldest bravado creep away with their tails between their legs. you are not a villian, sometimes you play the part a bit too well. but nevertheless you are no hero either. you put yourself first, but if one wins your trust then may the gods have mercy on those who might wrong them. you long to be a poetic mess of sorts, and well, if the ink sets in long enough you might just become that sooner or later. but for one who is so dead set on truth you sure do hide a lot don't you? please, step out of the shadows, there is a difference to not making your flaws visible and to simply acting as if you're the most despicable person in all the realms. it's because you're afraid of attachment is it not? well let me tell you a little secret, everyone is. you say you wish to be left alone for eternity but than why are you craving connection. you wish to be known and understood truly, but you snarl and push the ones that might be trying away. please little wolf, accept you are lovable. you are not some ravenous beast that terrifies the multitudes, sure, you are not for the faint of heart but that does not make you an inkling less perfect as you are. young antihero, step into the sun. you would do better actually reaching for the things you want rather than pining for them in the darkness.

Stolen from: @halfdent ~

Tagging: @smilingmxsk @sanguine-salvation @byanyan @mad-hunts @cxpperhead & whoever else wants to do this!

[moonrevolutions]

₊˚ʚ₊˚✧ ﾟ.☾ hey, when the full moon rises / come see me.

Guardian Moon.

⋆˙⟡♡ Worm Moon.

Your guardian Moon is the Worm Moon! It’s not as bad as it sounds – really! You readily embrace the laws of cause and effect, and see that you create your own karma by what you do or don’t do. You’re able to see all sides of any given situation. Lies and manipulation don’t impress you, you see right through them. You don’t have time for mind games or power plays or people who have control issues. You believe that everyone has the right to be who they are, even if you don’t like them or want to welcome them into your life! You have a knack for bringing people down to Earth, especially those who believe that they’re superior in some way. You’d be a whiz as an advisor or a motivational speaker, because you know how to cut through all the outer layers and get right to the heart of who someone really is.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ TAGGED BY: :) ⊹ ࣪ ˖ TAGGING: @shadowhoops @lostxtosunlight @ofteaandmagic @dxsole @byanyan @alastgoodnight @starfoam @pararennial @inseparableduo @cosmicangsts @impercre + steal go ahead.

[amorxsomnia]

@byanyan liked for a starter!

The incense that burned throughout the pet shop could nullify most odors but there was one that remained particularly pungent, enough for D to be able to pick up on it. The animals already knew; birds and beasts alike had become agitated, feathers and fur standing up on end as they hissed, growled and whined at the strange smell in the air. "Now now, settle down. I'm sure whoever it is doesn't mean us any harm." D coaxed, his voice low and soft as he ruffled T-chan's fur. T-chan, the young totetsu who in his animal form resembled an odd lamb with fangs and claws grumbled as he grumpily settled in D's arms and allowed himself to be carried while Q-chan chittered away, leading the way down the maze of corridors where their guest must have ventured down to... And that would not do. Who knows what they'd cross paths with in their injured state. D sniffed, the scent of fresh blood growing stronger as he turned the corner to see a young person, another asian to be precise. They were certainly bloodied up, though how much of it was another person's blood and how much was their own had yet to be determined. "And here I was about ready to lock up for the night. No matter though, you're quite welcome to stay if you need to lie low for a little while. I do insist on helping you treat any wounds however, mind you. It's causing quite a stir amongst my animals." T-chan growled again but D merely smiled and set him down, apparently satisfied there was nothing to worry about. He did not approach the newcomer just yet however, rather extending an arm towards them slowly as though he were dealing with a wild animal ready to snap at a moment's notice.

"Or, you could leave if you've decided you've taken a wrong turn. It's really up to you what you prefer."

[stillresolved]

GET TO KNOW THE MUN

NAME?: ferre :)

PRONOUNS?: they / them

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION?: tumblr ims for newcomers, discord for friends/longtime writing partners!

MOST ACTIVE MUSE(S)?: rn aeri's taken over, but on here, it rotates fairly often; i also always have brainrot for suki & patrick ♡

EXPERIENCE / HOW MANY YEARS?: 9-10 years? i started in the shitty ims of quizilla, didn't realize this is something ppl actually did as a hobby for another year before i moved to tumblr. i believe i was on-and-off for about four years before in 2018, i made calum, where the hobby became more permanent, took a year long break and then came back in 2021....u're all stuck with me for life now :)

BEST EXPERIENCE?: THE PLOTTED GROUP VERSES I HAVE WITH THE PPL :'D from the thg verse to the crime verse AND NOW!! the celebrity verse i never thought i'd get to write and plot such intricate ideas with my partners, so it makes me SO HAPPY and thankful to have stuck around here all this time; also whatever's going on with suki & her co-workers i'm in, i love it

RP PET PEEVES?: admittedly, a lot :'D but moving blogs has helped with getting away from constantly encountering these pet peeves :D if i have to name one then recently i've been getting turned off by ppl who are always their soapboxes lecturing about rp. they talk about how rp should be and how people should interact with one another, but most of the time? i hardly see them practice what they preach. if you want quality partners, you have to be one first- that's how you find ur people :/ also excessive, consistent saltiness- i get uncomfortable.

FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT?: i don't really care, just as long as there's character/relationship development going on. that being said- if you want pain that will make u yell at me in the dms, hit me up ♡ ( i have references :DD )

PLOTS OR MEMES?: honestly plots all the way, but i'm also very picky with who i plot with in-depth, so memes are good ways to break the ice.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES?: i tend to match my partners so most of the time my replies end up on the longer side...that being said, i am always down for shorter threads, it's a good exercise in brevity.

TIME TO WRITE?: recently it's been more on the weekends as i have solo writing projects i work on during the week although i do tend to hold onto completed replies/memes so that i can mass post them when i have a few more completed.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S)?: NAH, one thing that's been making me happier these days is that i'm starting?? to branch out a bit more from the good beans i'm accustomed to writing....when it comes to portraying my characters, my goal isn't to make them do the right thing so much as do the most interesting ic thing ♡

tagged by: i stole it ♡ tagging: @geaesaekki @mythvoiced @velvetineblue @theimpalpable ( for when you've finished renovating :D ) @bloodxhound @byanyan @crue1 @irrwicht and you! stealing is acceptable in this house :D

[smilingmxsk]

As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up? + Who is the most important person in your life, and why? + Who are your friends? Do you have a best friend? Describe these people. (those questions were just TOO good tbh so i had to ask multiple lol)

1OO IMPORTANT CHARACTER QUESTIONS| Accepting!

"Honestly? I couldn't really decide back den. I loved drawin', loved animals, an' I kinda liked whatever shit was goin' on wit' science, even though I nevah really understood some ov' th' deeper stuff.

Think I... kinda wanted t' be a vet at some point. Was a loose idea though. Didn't stick fo' long."

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"Th' most important person in my life..." Margaret runs a hand across the back of her neck. "...We don't talk. Haven't seen 'im In years an' I ain't chasin' 'im t' figure out where he went. 'S fo' th' best.

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"Current friends I guess 're Byan(@byanyan), Otis(@ratwhsprs), an' dis weird chick named Alex(@crystal-grotto). Funny though dat Byan n' Otis bump heads so much. Part ov' me thinks Byan jus' bothers 'im cause they're bored n' Otis puts up wit it... Til' he throttles 'em at some point. 'S kinda bound t' happen, le's be honest.

Alex 's chill though. She's helpin' me understand what th' fuck is goin' on wit' plants n' shit. Can't help but feel like somethin's weird 'bout 'er. I unno what it is 's like... somethin' outta place?? She's cool t' hang wit' though, so... I got no complaints.

I'm... I 'unno if I could call either ov' 'em besties yet. 'S not dat I don' trust 'em, I'm jus'...

I 'unno."

[xaallo]

byanyan

"i mean, are you really a fair judge of who's a better parent?? you're pretty fuckin' judgemental already. ://"

" With you. And that's because you're old enough to know better-- but you're a little gnat anyway. A kid-kid is a whole different story!"

[miidnighters]

@byanyan | continued from ☾

"I told her I was going to read it in the bath." Flynn responds cheerfully, even going so far as to twitch his eyebrows in amusement. Truthfully, he didn't know if the clerk had been skeptical because he was a guy or because he was blind, but Flynn was always ready to give strangers a bit of a shock when they thought they were being well meaning.

Its nice, anyway, hearing the soft thwip of the pages as Byan flips through the magazine. Of course, the act of flipping through magazines was not something he really got to do when he was younger (or at all), but he thought he maybe understood the appeal. At that, Flynn had to laugh (rough, barking sound that it was). "Byan, you're seeing other blind men?" Ah the double entendre was not lost on Flynn. "And here I thought I was the only one. I'm hurt, truly."

It's with a grin that Flynn reins in his theatrics. "Nah, one of the ladies in the aisle was talking about how it has a feature on fashion week," which one? Who knows. "And it made me think of you, so."

[bothfeetinthegrave]

name — Rabbit is a nickname I've had for around a thousand years. My real name is Rory, or Ro if you prefer that over nicknames. I'm not choosy.

pronouns — he / him

preferred comms — discord works for me around %80 of the time, which is much more reliable than IMs here. My info's in my pinned if you'd like to add me - just let me know who you are!

name of muse — This is Eden Muir's blog, he's an OC / my favourite dead guy. My other writing blog @belovedcorvid, where I will probably reblog this, is for Donquixote Rocinante.

experience in RP — I've been writing on this site for around 11-12 years, across a few different URLs.

best experiences — I don't really have a specific best experience, it's hard to compare interactions because they're so different. I do want to mention though that I have never been included in as friendly and immediately accepting of a writing community as I have with OP, both here and on Cora's blog.

pet peeves / dealbreakers — I don't have a lot - I'm a pretty chill guy and the people I interact with are really considerate. I guess if I had to pick something, it's when another person continues an ask without moving it to a new thread? And even that feels really silly to sit down and write out like this.

muse preference ( fluff, angst, smut ) — No smut here, at least not so far - not really my thing. Between the other two, no real preference. Why not both? We can have hurt/comfort as a treat. I'd actually like to write some more shippy things, but I'm slow and not good at recognising when that's possible.

plot or memes — I find plotting to be easier with people I've interacted with a bit already, so I guess I would say memes.

long or short replies — Too long replies I get wordy. OTL I always want to do dialogue only or short replies because I wish I was faster, but they never stay that way. You never have to match me, and if you ever want me to focus in / make something easier to reply to, let me know!

best time to write — My schedule's wild, so right now the stars have to align in the following way: evenings on days where I haven't been on triage team all day, and don't have tabletop. This usually means mid-week and sundays.

are you like your muse — There's a fair bit of me in Eden, just because I think that's the nature of character creation for many people.

I am like Cora because I too am barely keeping my shit together and would like a cigarette.

tagged by: @isutoburu ♡ tagging: @byanyan @intothewildsea @vanishinq @rubctosis @cmdrace @taiixuan and @ anyone else that would like to fill this out, just say I tagged you! I have no idea anymore who's done this one and who hasn't so if I've tagged you and You've already done it I'm sorry. OTL

[youthslost]

@byanyan liked for a starter from haneul.

being at a new school is scary enough. add in being new to the country and you've got a recipe for maximum hanxiety. fingers play with the hem of his shirt as roll call begins, all his attention focused on waiting for his turn.

“ um...... yong...... yongwan buy-un? ” “ ....... was that meant to be my name? it's yeonghwan byun. ”

the stranger launches into a rant and mocks the teacher's horrendous mispronunciation and while haneul agrees (he's had his name butchered in every class so far) all he really hears is another korean name. it's silly of course to assume the two of them will automatically be best friends just because they're both korean, but in a room full of people who make him repeat himself 5 times and then give up trying to understand him, this kid might be his best shot.

he waits until lunch time before he seeks them out again, happily bounding up to them outside with a big smile and wave.

“ hi, i'm haneul! nice to meet you! i'm new! please take good care of me! ”

[chronal-anomaly]

@byanyan asked:

ㅤㅤ" ...i've killed someone. "ㅤwords rise from where byan lay stretched out across the couch, cutting through the otherwise peaceful atmosphere of the flat like a knife. it's abrupt, seemingly out of nowhere, and no part of them outside of their lips moves as they speak, their gaze continuing to stare through the ceiling above. tongue loosened by drugs taken before they even climbed through the familiar window, taken in an effort to stifle painful memories that have resurfaced on a melancholy day, the statement has found itself slipping free in a place they know to be safe and secure. ...maybe coming to lena's was the wrong choice. ㅤㅤ" when i was fourteen. "ㅤa clarification; they don't want her thinking this happened on their way over. ...they don't want her thinking worse of them, changing her mind about them, either. but the words are out there now. too late to turn back. still, there's hesitation — hands grip one another tightly where they perch across byan's stomach, painted nails digging into flesh to keep their voice from wavering. —or maybe it's to keep those vivid memories from flashing past again. even they aren't sure. ㅤㅤ" ...guy just attacked me as i was walkin' by on my way home. think it was about the way i was dressed, or somethin'. couldn't quite make out what he was saying. "ㅤa lie; they'd heard most of the nastiness he'd spewed at them, they simply don't want to recall all of it if they don't have to.ㅤ" i didn't— ...i didn't want t' do it. but i wasn't as strong back then, i couldn't get away from 'im, an' even swingin' my knife around didn't make 'im back off. " pausing, byan falls silent for long enough that one might think they've finished. chewing on their lip, body tense as they remember the way they'd felt in that moment — that icy cold fear that had chilled their veins — they blink and try to ground themself back into the moment. swallowing, their voice is quieter when they continue, just shy of being a whisper; ㅤㅤ" ...he was gonna kill me. i could tell. the look in his eyes, the way he was talkin'... it was him or me. i wasn't gonna let some miserable old fuck be the one to take me out. so... i didn't let 'im. "

The story hung in the air, a cruel and violent thing crashing through the delicate, if slightly tense silence that permeated the air. Since Byan had crashed through her window - despite the unlocked back door - their mannerisms had come with the heavy influence of drugs far beyond the occasional spliff the pair shared. Something was wrong, indelibly so, but Lena maintained her side of the silent code they shared. Don't ask, don't tell, don't press. Either it would come out as the night continued through their clumsy routine, or the unspoken plague would slip away under the impact of genuine laughs and good food.

Something told Lena that their favorite comedy wouldn't solve this melancholy of the soul the Byan faced.

And so she had waited, pulling two meals from the crockpot on the counter, leaving the couch open for them as she took residence in the reclining armchair, eating in uneasy silence as they battled whatever demons that poisoned their psyche.

Stolen confessions, she once heard them referred to. Monstrous things, stealing control over the tongue and slipping secrets far from the mind's control. Lena decided it was a fitting title for the beast that tore its way from Byan's mouth.

[ The dizzying feeling of gunpowder wormed into the grooves of her fingertips whirled around her, the scent of death flaring to life in her nostrils for a momentary reemergence of similar memories. It was you or him. ]

Lena sat up, the old chair protesting the moment. For a second, her expression was unreadable, isolating, as she wrestled with each response. Filtered, discarded, repeated, as she settled on something that, once upon a time, she would have wanted to hear. The silence stretched between the two of them.

"Okay." Her tone was soft as she let the word hang in the air. There was no hint of accusation, of sudden eviction, of evilness that laced through it, no fear or anger or threat of harm. It was an acknowledgement, a promise. I hear you, was carved in the subtext, and I'm sorry that happened to you. I'm sorry you had to do that.

[ Blood stained her clothes, her fingertips. It soaked into the cracks in her skin, muddied the spaces between her nail and bed. The water steamed; the soap stung. The blood didn't budge. ]

Tongue between teeth, the grounding startle of pain dragging her from the burning water and scorched skin. Lena leaned forward, old leather groaning again, to look at Byan's prone form. She did not expect a returning glance.

"That sounds scary. I know it was for me, after my first."

It was a lifeline, tossed out into the turbulent seas that they battled. Something to latch onto, a familiar experience in a world that deemed it a hellish thing. The scales of justice were so heavy.

"Took me weeks to feel clean again. Still not sure I am."

[chronal-anomaly]

"Yeah, I've been looking at getting the sleeved filled in." Lena brushed her fingers along the ink stained into her skin, marks of a life better lived. They had incorporated different aspects of her new life, recovery and hope and healing painted on her skin. Something about it made her heart swell. "And since you did such a beautiful job, might go get 'em done right now." Never mind the fact that it was 9pm and most places reputable enough to do a good job were closed by now.

"You're a real artist, you know that? Go' that gift." Lena confirmed, glancing up at them and their own tattoos. Styles began to be recognizable, similarities between her own arm and theirs, and Lena began to recognize the artist behind it all. There was another moment as she considered the new tattoos while the credits of their movie playing somewhere in the background.

"Y'know, most tattoo designers work off commission. You pay them to design the piece, and they'll draw it for you, tailor it to their specifications. 's 'ow I got these." Lena traced the wings that peaked out from the hem of her t-shirt sleeve. The design had been hers originally, tweaked and edited for ink across her back and shoulders.

"Could commission someone to clean it up." Her gaze met theirs', suggesting exactly who she had in mind to pay for the designs. "Always wanted to finish my sleeve. Might be the perfect time."

ㅤpopping the cap of the sharpie back on with a satisfying click, byan admired their handiwork, quite satisfied with it all, as lena pulled her arms back. had they put in a little more effort than they might have normally for doodles that would wash away in a week or two? ...maybe. this, they'd realized about five minutes into their first drawing on her arm, was the first time lena would be seeing more of their work than just a few rough outfit sketches, knowing it was done by them. she had seen a number of their own tattoos, but they'd never bothered to mention that they'd drawn and designed them all themself.

admittedly, there was the slightest twist of anxiety in their gut as they awaited her reaction, watching closely as she looked all the drawings over. and yet, when she finally spoke up, byan still found themself blinking in surprise at the praise.

ㅤㅤ" —what? "ㅤeyebrows raising at the response which was far more positive than they were anticipating, they couldn't help an incredulous laugh at lena's words. they'd been hoping she'd like the art, of course, but they hadn't expected her to like them that much.ㅤ" no, don't do that — those're just shitty little doodles! "ㅤspoken like they hadn't tattooed similar shitty doodles they'd drawn on their own body in the past. —but that was different! those were their own shitty doodles on their own skin; if lena wanted to make some of them permanent, byan wanted to make sure they were worth that.

ㅤㅤ" i mean, if you like any of 'em that much, at least lemme draw 'em better before you go gettin' 'em inked. that way i can fix up the mistakes 'n make 'em more detailed — even change 'em to your specifications, if you want, "ㅤthey told her, shaking their head as they folded their arms over the back of the couch, leaning their weight against it.ㅤ" hell, i could do the tattooin' for you too, if y'really wanted. takes longer, but it costs a lot less. "

[ratwhsprs]

Which tragic horror character trope are you?

the final girl

the final girl comes out the other end of trauma alive- or, they were supposed to. honestly, you're not so sure you're really alive anymore. you saw the same hurt take those you were closest to while everyone paraded your bruises as bravery, as strength, as if you're the hero. and it hurts. you're tired and you don't want to have to be brave anymore. whatever you went through, it changed so much of who you were that you're still getting used to the person you see in the mirror. you didn't have a say in any of it, but you're here now, and that's gotta count for something. you'll make it count for something. but first, you need to let yourself find rest.

Tagging: @byanyan @smilingmxsk @halfdent @sanguine-salvation @lususnatura & whoever else wants to do it!~

[tamedgod]

👫!! I know we haven't exactly written or plotted much yet but I'd love to hear any thoughts you might already have!! ♥

@byanyan

haru & byan & xiao;

let's begin with the reality of this foster / adoption starting out as a publicity stunt for xiao's family as a distraction from the disappearances happening throughout the city. it was his older brother jun's idea, wanting to incite some positivity from the masses by setting this up for xiao and doubling it as a sting for haru, who jun does not care for. the hope was xiao would pass most responsibility off to haru (not that she wouldn't have taken responsibility regardless), and that would put her off work and digging into their affairs. xiao, as it turns out, is a lot more invested in byan than anyone originally thought he would be, which is good news for haru, but bad news for jun... and bad news for byan, who xiao keeps regular tabs on.

while haru is definitely the more responsible and "less fun" parent of the two of them, xiao does a very good job of being both good cop and bad cop (even if it doesn't really work on byan most of the time). sometimes, it's almost like haru is taking care of two children — but she doesn't seem to mind. having grown up with xiao, and taking care of her little brother before he passed away, she has experience and wisdom in terms of caretaking. this isn't to say, however, that byan doesn't try to throw curve balls at her; while it's easy for the kid to piss off xiao (it's almost a boring game to them at this point), they find great challenge in causing haru strife, even when they're actively trying. if patience is a virtue, she's a fucking saint.

this brings us to the one and only time (so far) that byan has seen haru upset; and it was all because xiao goofed around a little too much, putting his life and byan's in danger (the pair of them feed off each other's delinquency i s2g). haru ended up having to shoot the aggressor, and unleashed hell on xiao and byan both afterward. it would be days on end before either of them saw haru again, and during this period byan was forced to spend more time with xiao's family, who they find out is nowhere near as fun as xiao to be around. when haru would finally return to the pair of them, xiao would be very very apologetic, and even byan would say they were sorry... once.

xiao and haru try not to talk much about their complicated relationship with each other to byan, unless directly asked. since the pair of them aren't afforded a lot of time to be officially "together", they really do shove as much as they can into their time with byan. this means the pair of them drag them to the zoo, aquarium, pottery classes, group dance lessons, the movies, and once in a blue moon on fancy exotic vacations (on xiao's dime). they work really hard to do as many group events that they can with the three of them — the closest they can be to ever being a family.

[face-breaker]

@byanyan asked:

at what point they fell asleep, they're not really sure. something about the movement of the car must have been enough to lull tired eyes closed though, because the next thing they know, a shove at their shoulder sends their loose body toppling against the door and results in their head slamming against the solid glass of the window with a painful thud. it's an extremely rude awakening that has them instinctively whipping their arm out to hit their attacker back with all the strength they can manage in such a confined space. " what the fuck?! "ㅤwords hissed out between clenched teeth, byan cradles the side of their head with their free hand and shoots cassidy a withering glare through a curtain of dark hair.ㅤ" you trynna make sure i stay unconscious so you can carry me up to lena's door an' pretend like we're suddenly buddies, or somethin'? jesus fuckin' christ. "ㅤtongue sharp as ever despite the way their head throbs, the teen spits another string of profanity, pulling their backpack up from the floor and into their lap.ㅤ" a nudge would do, asshole. was only out for like ten goddamn minutes! "ㅤ(look... i haven't stopped laughing about this entire idea since u mentioned it, okay...)

The key is pulled from the ignition and dropped into a cup holder after coming to a stop in front of Lena's flat, Colton taking a moment to sit back in the driver's seat and glance over at Byan. Who evidently fell asleep at some point in the ride.

He's sure they needed it — after the night they had.

Between getting ruffled and tussled by those wannabe THUGS and the verbal beatdown from the bartender himself once they got back to the bar, tonight was...a lot. A bit more than they can chew evidently, seeing as Colt had to step out there himself and practically save the kid — though he's sure they would never agree to using that terminology to describe how tonight went. Even after their little heart to heart...

He finally nudges a few fingers into their shoulder, with no response. A few more seconds pass by before a hand moves again to give them a possibly excessive SHOVE — a bit of that passive aggression evidently still in his system from earlier.

The bartender chuckles first at their retaliation, then again at their suggestion, the little trick to get on Lena's GOOD SIDE. "Hey, that idea ain't half bad!" he admits, jokingly raising a fist and bucking towards them as if preparing to swing. But he quickly waves them off with a shake of his head, relaxing back into his seat before folding his arms across his chest. He figures they've seen enough of that tonight.

"Go on, I already called Lena an' let her know..." he huffs, gaze straying a moment before falling back to the kid with what could possibly pass as a bit of sympathy.

" — let her know that you fell asleep at th'bar. An'...I was waitin' t'close up shop t'bring you home." Which...was partially true. He did drag them back to the bar so he could properly close up — and they did end up eventually falling asleep, just not at the bar. So he only felt partially bad for lying about it. "Keep ice on that thing for th'night, might keep it from bruisin' — might keep her off your back for a bit."