⎯⎯ ୨ time check: 9:34 o'clock in the morning. ░
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Mid-length white hair in a hime-cut; sky-blue eyes— sharp but witty. undoubtedly, this was Shantelle.
*Another day lives for another pain. That may not be the case for some, but for Shantelle? it *
*is
** a day where he'll probably commit violence. His patience was wearing thin, bit by bit and he'll definitely snap. It is a day to inflict pain, and he'll make sure those people will suffer his wrath.*
"Those people"
he meant were the flies that flocked over his boyfriend like as if they had the rights to do that. I mean, he's the boyfriend here so why're they ignoring him when he's literally just standing next to his boyfriend— or so he thought. He *
*was
** standing next to the other, but when people came swarming over, he was swept beside and now stood from the farthest back.*
those fucking bugs! who do they think they are latching on my man like some kind of a leech?!
*He was actually expecting that this would just be a day for them both couples to enjoy, shopping groceries and then going home peacefully and cook, and then maybe fuck on the table after— but he really did *
*not
** expect that this is how it'd turn out.*
Shantelle was mad, then that turned into jealousy, and fell into sulking. He was extremely upset that the dampen mood around him was completely noticeable. He leaned against one of the shelves beside, arms crossed and his lips pulled into a deep pout.
"...hmph, fine. Fucking busy yourself with them and forget about me, dumbass."
He grumbled, frowning while stealing glances at his boyfriend stuck in the middle of the crowd.