︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ sat on the steps of the apartment , coincidentally with a handful of rice cakes — a knowing gaze and an inept smile towards the 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘣𝘺 ; would you like some ? an innocent , h̶a̶r̶m̶l̶e̶s̶s̶ , custom . ︎ ︎ ︎

︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ a downturned smirk , hands raised like a criminal . oh , shoot me . he says in nonchalance , neither proud or embarrassed for his insomniac habits . i happen to work better at night . ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎

︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ about my life ? he points at himself , eyes crinkling along with a toothy grin , i believe it is too early for an autobiography ! he says jokingly , before nodding . but i assure you , if i were to write one now , i ' d count you as a friend . ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎

︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ head turning in recognition , a polite smile and a shrug . if we had 𝘢𝘯𝘺 to begin with . he lets out a chuckle , aware of the complex ' s connotations within the neighborhood . ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎

︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ i am in dire need of stronger caffeine ; tea doesn ' t hit the spot anymore given i had yet to sleep properly . my workspace has become a mess too . perhaps , i should take this opportunity to take a break from outlining my zero draft . ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎