"OH MY FUCKING GOD," Ray-in-Nate's-body yells. "I DON'T WANT TO GO TO FUCKING HARVARD."
There's an alien look of faint and long-suffering consternation on Ray's face.
The only thing about the two of them that remains constant, Brad suddenly realises, is that they both have sad eyes.
(and because your prompts are so fucking amazing, bb) Epik High, 14
Mithra swears it's because they missed him so damn much when he was in the army.
They learn how to block each other out quickly enough, but it makes the song-writing process go faster. Tablo says nostalgically once that it's taken something away from how they make music together, the fact that no one has to wave their arms around in frustration trying to get what they're hearing in their mind across any longer. They're more in sync, they're on fucking FIRE on stage --
but, seriously, no one wants to be woken up at 3am by Tablo's random panic attacks or have Mithra's occasional insomnia seep into their lives or be rudely interrupted in the middle of some love-making by Tukutz practising his beatboxing in his head.
This happens at Nate's paddle party.
"OH MY FUCKING GOD," Ray-in-Nate's-body yells. "I DON'T WANT TO GO TO FUCKING HARVARD."
There's an alien look of faint and long-suffering consternation on Ray's face.
The only thing about the two of them that remains constant, Brad suddenly realises, is that they both have sad eyes.
(and because your prompts are so fucking amazing, bb)
Epik High, 14
Mithra swears it's because they missed him so damn much when he was in the army.
They learn how to block each other out quickly enough, but it makes the song-writing process go faster. Tablo says nostalgically once that it's taken something away from how they make music together, the fact that no one has to wave their arms around in frustration trying to get what they're hearing in their mind across any longer. They're more in sync, they're on fucking FIRE on stage --
but, seriously, no one wants to be woken up at 3am by Tablo's random panic attacks or have Mithra's occasional insomnia seep into their lives or be rudely interrupted in the middle of some love-making by Tukutz practising his beatboxing in his head.
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