drunk on stage

Jongup
  • weeb
  • human présentation of “wtf”
  • awkward af
  • be ready to learn about cringe
  • that member who is exposed by everyone
  • has questionable behavior sometimes
  • like walking naked in the dorm when drunk
  • was stripping on stage when he was 17 like boi who tf do you think you are
  • Traitor 2.0
  • kissed Himchan when they filmed Skydive
  • looks shorter each comeback
  • solo dance in skydive is the best thing that ever happened to Korea
  • rocks every fucking hair color I’m shook
  • pink haired Jongup added 10 years to my life
  • 2nd sexiest mole in kpop industry (straight after Jaebum’s tho)
  • blind when he smiles
  • Cheekbones™
  • drunk 25/8
  • would lie to me about my own name and I’ll trust him
  • “it’s apple juice”
  • either Jongpup or Jongfuck
  • save him
Tag you’re it

Tagged by @avikat 

Rules: tag 10 (or not 10) followers you want to get to know better

Birthday: October 28th, the month of the spooky, oooo~

Gender: Male

Relationship Status: In a serious relationship with cola

Favorite color: I guess brown, and SURPRISINGLY.. green

Pets: My lovable child, Ringoo~

Wake up time: I sleep as long as I want until Matt slams open the door to wake me up for breakfast everytime.. such rude awaking 

Favorite food: BROCOLLIII… and bacon

Met a celebrity?: The closest I ever got to was Gorillaz! Didn’t exactly meet them, but the concert was great!… for like an hour until Tom got us kicked out due to him throwing a drunk montage on the stage.. he still owes me money for those tickets.

First kiss: *Kissing cola can* <33.. uh what? You’re still here-?

Tall or Short: Uhh, the tallest of the house!!.. like 5″7 *shrugs*

I tag me, myself, I.. and Tom… and Matt I guess..

(for real @glitchynebula @askthesillysofty @galyaxy But you don’t have to do them ^^)

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Hyper Projection Engeki Haikyuu - Karasuno, Revival!

“Ukai-kun… you say some pretty good things!”

Please do not repost gifs

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HAIKYUU STAGE PLAY interviews ok so apparently Tatsunari Kimura is a HUGE dork ROFL THAT BRIGHT SMILE CAN SAVE LIVES 32/.

Harry Potter and the Cursed Child has changed my life.

Hi,

I’m Maia and I’m 22 years old. I’m a cancer biology PhD student so my days are pretty academically demanding and sometimes pretty emotional. I am the biggest geek: I was bullied all through school because of it and that left me with shitty self-esteem which did (more or less) repair itself during uni. I’ve loved Harry Potter since I was 7 years old and I am Hermione Granger. (No, seriously, sometimes I quote her without even meaning to). 

I took this photo the day the banners and that famous nest went up at the Palace. I stopped writing my masters dissertation, took the afternoon off and decided I needed to see it. I got a little tingle. [No, I’m not wearing make-up, get over it!].

I didn’t have a ticket until March 2017. However, I am a Ravenclaw (with a lot of Slytherin) so I decided I was going to see it and I was going to see it during the previews! I was on twitter constantly and I finally found someone selling one as their sister could no longer go. She wanted face value and someone who was a big fan to sit with so I fitted the bill and I was going to see Cursed Child on June 25th. 

I had butterflies for WEEKS. 

Safe to say that I LOVED IT, and was sat in the middle of the Grand Circle, which is a great place for first timers as you see everything. As soon as it started I cried because HARRY WAS BACK AND RIGHT THERE. And for the first time in my life I had a character that I could relate to looks even slightly like me in Noma’s Hermione. I cried and cried during the play and when I got home that night. Before this play I wasn’t a big crier, it has changed me. 

A week later I bumped into Sam and Anthony while I was slightly drunk on the street and sort of lost my mind a bit, which should’ve been a tell-tale sign that this play was about to be my next obsession. I mean bloody hell, I am an educated, level-headed young women and I was crying because some boy liked my tweet.

I knew I needed to see the play again. I also knew there were no tickets but I’d read on Twitter that the returns queue was a viable option. We got to the theatre at 5am on the Wednesday after the gala and were lucky! Row F of the stalls (Probably the best seats I’ve sat in during this whole thing).

The play moved me even more the second time and my stage door experience was INSANELY good. This cast are the most generous, brilliant, kind people I’ve been lucky enough to meet. This time I got to meet Noma. I had a speech ready to say to her but then she recognised me from Twitter and knew me by name so I panicked and said nothing useful. (I even had to call my mum afterwards because this shook me so much). Noma I have told you a million times how much I love you but you’ve honestly made me a better, more confident person and I’ll remember that forever. Maybe someday I’ll post a picture the letter I wrote her.

Following this amazing day I went to see the play once more with a friend and then started to build a bit of a twitter friendship group. First I met Fuschia, who is such a brilliant Slytherin who I treasure dearly. Then a girl called Adriana followed me and sounded like she’d been having a shitty week. So I messaged her to say I had access to some tickets and wondered if she wanted to come. For a split second after sending the message I panicked that she would think I was weird and would just say no and unfollow me but we ended up going together. I’m so grateful it worked out because I can’t imagine my life without her now. Adriana then introduced me to Iona who splash landed into my life and has been stirring it up in amazing ways since. 

We then proceeded to start script reading and drinking wine at 3pm. We ended up meeting up with Gemma who we nearly scared off because we were very intoxicated and loud but (thank God) she stayed and is now a beautiful friend. 

This is Adriana hugging a pillar outside the palace at like midnight which sums up October, when I went to see the play 5 times because you’re all fucking insane. 

At some point during this drunken month I met Jack (I think this was we love the spare night), who is the wittiest, loveliest friend now. But I’m still slightly concerned that he came and stayed at my house for the Fantastic Beasts premiere after only meeting me once, piss drunk at stage door. I mean I know I’m ok… 

At the FB premiere we told all the press that we were most excited to see Jeremy Ang Jones and got unnecessarily excited to see the cast even though we’d met them at stage door about 300 times. This was probably the first time the cast recognised us and I realised just how deep I was into this fandom. 

We then picked up Emily, Miriam, Megan, Steph and Anna and somehow acquired the name “Cursed Child Inner Circle” which we promise sounds more cult-like that it actually is! (We now prefer HP Love Crew because this isn’t a cult.)

On December 17th, 2016 we all went to see the play together. It was a ticket buying feat. We had to pool all our skills. Jack came down (JACKS IN TOWNNN) and we all had the BEST day hanging out together. 

When we’re in, we whoop and cheer and clap and try to bring the audience up to our excitement level. The security can’t believe how excited we still look whenever we walk in but we still are so SO excited! 

Since then, Susy B and Manon have joined our group and I’m loving getting to know you two!

Something about Cursed Child had clearly struck a chord with me. This is a genius production- I have honestly cried more than once because the lighting looks so beautiful with the cloaks in the movement sequences and the music brings up emotions which I didn’t know I needed to feel. The fact that the crux of the play is two geeky losers having their first adventure really resonates with me because that’s kinda where I am in my life now. My obsession with the play coincided with me starting my PhD and moving out of my parents house to living with friends. As much as I could’ve watched every play in the West End with the money I’ve spent on this one, it has been so important for me to really get to know these characters. 

More than anything, Scorpius’s character development throughout the play from a fidgety, confused kid to someone who walks up to Rose and asks her out (however much I don’t ship that) is something that I’ve gone through in these 7 months. I’ve met so many new people, allowed myself to get to know them, pushed myself out of my science-y world and allowed myself to really start feeling things. I’ve got a lot of comments from family saying that I’m so outgoing now, people who can’t believe how social I’m being and this play is to thank for that. I’ve been confident enough to go to writing and spoken work workshops (god, I’m even going to a performance workshop this week) and push myself so far out of my comfort zone in ways I never thought I would.

But this is so much due to the amazing friends I’ve made. Every single one of you has made these past few months the best of my life. You’re all so unique and beautiful. I feel honoured to have witnessed us all grow into more unapologetic, geeky fangirls and blessed to see you grow in your lives. I know that I will be able lean on you for support and encouragement as I embark on PhD insanity and I hope you all trust that I will do my best to be just as good of a friend. The love and support that comes out of this group has strengthened me. We all come from different places, we’re different ages, we have different dreams but we’re all on our way up to great things and I’m so excited that I get to see where we all go and live it with you. I can’t believe this play brought us together but I’m so SO glad I have you all now.

I love you CCIC.

#WeMetOnTheInternet

You haunt me | AfterDeath

AU where Reaper is a famous singer and Geno is his old loyal fan.
Good for Geno, they got together because Reaper saw how desperate Geno was. Now they’re just having a good time together.
Thanks @anons for prompts for this AU. Great help ~

“You love me, am I wrong?”

Reaper is 24 and Geno is barely 20.


Gotta say rlly quick Im like
Really drunk right now sorry if it’s short


____

Life itself - is a dark place. Dark canvas with white color splashes, it’s like some artist created a painting he never cared about. The whole universe. We must fight for this white dots until it disappear again, like an autumn sunshine ray in the evening clouds.
Light in the dark; only sign of hope, love and compassion.

This feeling is thrilling, breathtaking. Feeling dizzy like you’re drunk, without wine. You’re so sensitive, no innocence. I like you, a lot.
Hands so cold. You’re cold.

There was never a lot of people at this time. 8PM, sun is dying over the horizon, giving away the last warmth that it has. Wind was blowing, birds were singing, people were getting ready to sleep. But when normal people are asleep, that’s when the craziest minds are awake.
The instrument strummed softly and warm in it master’s hands, light and cozy melody appeared, shining in the daylight like the guitar’s strings and flew away like a bird.
It felt so heavy, here, in the chest. It was getting through his brain, his clothes, bones, to his heart and soul. It’s wonderful how music can affect one’s heart.

So Geno listened, with his eyes closed.
Free from everything, letting the wind clung into his body, feeling quite happy.
He’s not alone anymore.
Warm wind blew again, and they stared at each other for a moment, thinking about… What?

“So, you like my new song?” deep, husky voice asked and Geno finally finished the beer bottle he forgot about, busy listening. This voice drove Geno crazy After a few seconds, he answered:

“It really touched my heart” he laughed quietly. “Actually, I love all your songs, Reaper. It just makes me want to make a flower crown and dance barefoot on the grass, not caring about shit”.
Aw, he is drunk.

Flashes, screams, big stages, money, glory - his head was going to explore. Everyone have their “hard” days when you just want some peace and quiet. No faces that makes you sick, no commands, orders.
Once he saw his eyes in the crowd, glowing with passion and love, he sweared, he will never forget them. It burned like fire, and if so, Reaper finally will get warm.

Reaper heard a rustle of clothes right after he stopped playing the guitar. Geno approached him closer, throwing away empty beer bottles.
Geno was a bottle himself. Opened, used, empty and thrown away by life.
Do you remember? Life itself - is a dark place. This artist is bad. Careless. Full of people, grey people. Grey people mixed the white and black together, positive emotions with depressing thoughts. Their mind is a mess, TV interference instead of a face. I don’t know which mask to wear today. Life is glitching out.


“I’m so glad I met you…” Geno was honest for the very first time in his life. He looked at Reaper with something strange in his eyes. Desire, or…?
Reaper smirked, enjoying of being complemented. He looked at the town beneath of them quiet and cozy, at the sun, slowly going away. Geno wasn’t patient, never.
This bird, right inside of Reaper’s inner golden cage, wanted to go out. No.
Reaper got used to people seeing him only like a money machine.
All this fake buddy-buddy conversations with his boss, little fangirls that more like a threat to him.

“Friends don’t flirt with each other” Reaper finally said, breathing out. He put the guitar away. Geno’s face expression became serious.
They wasn’t “friends”. At least Geno thought so.
Maybe years has passed since this concert. Years full of music and happiness… We all understand the word “Happiness” differently, right? And right here, right now Geno felt… Love. Love for this poor, selfish and rude skeleton next to him. This is torture - to stay silent.

“I want to hug you.”

“Go on.” Reaper closed his eyes, his smirk growing wider.

“And…” Geno stopped for a second. “Kiss you, too.”

“Why?”

“Because I love you.”


Last ray of sunlight shined and died.
Like everything else.
Reaper felt like his entire body was on fire that moment.
Geno wasn’t like the others. He loves the different way, he feels the different way, live… It was no fear in his eyes. No innocence. He didn’t care Reaper is a God of Stages right now. With Geno.. Reaper felt himself who he truly was.
Reaper liked him a lot.

“You’re ruining it, you wreck.” Reaper suddenly growled, playing with Geno’s emotions. He heard how Geno loudly sighed. Reaper cocked his head, smiling wide, listening to the wind. The barrel he was sitting on screeched but he didn’t care.
Like a child, knows nothing, what is good and what is bad. Running in the dark.

Suddenly Reaper felt something warm on his chest. When he looked down, he saw Geno, hugging him tight. Geno’s hands were warm, they held Reaper’s strong body tight.
Geno stayed silent, breathing loudly.

“If you don’t want me, make me disappear” he said, his voice muffled by Reaper’s soft clothes.
The singer laughed, but really carefully stroked Geno’s head in a calming manner.

“This place is ruins,” he said, almost whispering. Geno almost thought he heard the wind talking. “Ruins of our friendship. You ruined it, silly little Geno…”

“I don’t care” he replied but it was clearly heard in his voice that he was about to cry. Tight.

“Look at me,” Reaper commanded and Geno did so. The singer was looking at Geno from above. “This little life you have. Are you ready to expose of it?”

Geno felt tears running down his face.
So… Warm. No pressure. He was right here, so soft and… Different.

“Only for you” Geno whispered, his voice cracking. It got dark already, street lamps were lightning up, just like stars in the sky.
Reaper laughed softly at Geno’s cute tear-stained face. Then he washed this tears away with his sleeve. “No need to cry. Kissing me was the next part of your plan as far as I can remember.”
And then their lips finally met. The kiss was tender and soft at first, Reaper loved how impatient Geno was, still. Then it felt salty, sweaty, then the kiss became aggressive and of course, Reaper won the fight for dominance. He placed his hands on Geno’s waist, holding it tight and kissed Geno so hard their lips were hurt.

Fly away, bird. Find my melody and tell her, she’s not as depressing as everyone thought. As he thought.

Reaper pulled away first, leaving a trail of saliva connecting their mouths together.

“You really haunt me.”

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probs lurking online I’m sorry lol

I actually don’t have FAQ since there actually haven’t been any recurring questions? I am in the midst of making a list of specific details for this AU, but I don’t want to upload it without art, and I’m a slow drawer, so… Uh, it’s gonna be awhile.

This happened when Mabel conspired with Bill to get Dipper drunk and up on a stage.

The video went viral.

Sorry for the wait @methegabbage
Theatre Kids : Headcanons

Anon: could i request headcanons of tsukishima, yamaguchi, tanaka, kageyama, ushijima & oikawa having a musical theater loving gf - like it’s the thing she’s really passionate about so she always has vocal & dance recitals, & always has a musical that she’s apart of?

OH BOY IF THIS AIN’T ME! I’ll be giving a musical to each boy (and probably my personal favourites to tanaka and ushijima and tsukishima but shhh) so I can write head canons on that :3


Tsukishima

Wicked

  • tsukishima laughed when you told him you were playing glinda, as you and the character are nothing alike
  • he hasn’t heard you sing before, so to hear you sing about how much you loathed someone was pretty funny and he totally has it on his phone
  • your vocal range is superb and tsukishima is jealous
  • last time you were in the theatre, you were miss hannigan in annie, and you loved your song “little girls” just because you got to act drunk in it
  • during stage rehearsal, you loved the bubble thingy you got to go on and off stage on bc it was the grandest entrance ever, the first time you used it in costume you yelled “WASSUP BITCHES” and rehearsal had to be postponed ten minutes bc everyone was laughing too hard
  • rehearsals are always a lot of fun
  • also, you and the other gal who plays elphaba making everything low-key gay bc no way were those two ‘just friends’

Yamaguchi

The Sound of Music

  • he finds it funny that you’re a nun in training and won’t stop calling you Sister Y/N for at least a week and a half after telling him
  • you play maria, and he also thinks it’s very in character for you to adopt seven children and then marry their father (you didn’t know what to think of that but you did find it hilarious)
  • he loves the song “maria” and your “do-rei-me” and “my favourite things”
  • his favourite part of rehearsals is seeing you dance and prance around the stage with seven other people following after you
  • your vocal range makes him fall in love with you even more
  • he loves your voice, and bonus points if he rests his head on your lap and you run your fingers through his hair as you sing to him
  • he isn’t really jealous of the guy playing georg von trapp?? like, sure, you two have to kiss, but it didn’t really bother him?? it was just ‘oh that happened then’ and gave you a kiss after telling you how good you were
  • rehearsal lunch dates!!

Tanaka

Hamilton

  • okay, but hip-hop is his genre man, he’s gonna help you sing them lines (work girl!)
  • he adores the period dresses, and during dress rehearsals when you’re not on, he will dance with you backstage just to make the dress swish around
  • he is astounded when he sees you execute the choreography perfectly not only without the costume but in costume  as well
  • if you play eliza he’s the tiniest bit jealous of the guy who plays hamilton
  • and you tease him relentlessly for it
  • he cries when he hears burn, not gonna lie, your vocal range is perfect and beautiful and it tugged at his heart man
  • he’s sad whenever he doesn’t get to see you bc rehearsals, but he understands and avoids planning anything massively big around broadway season
  • tanaka went to all our plays, bc you always got to put a request down for how many tickets you wanted; some for your family and one for tanaka
  • he loved your donna from mamma mia tbh, it was a rollercoaster
  • post-opening night cuddles!!

Kageyama

Les Mis

  • if you play ephonine there is a 98.9% chance he will cry during rehearsals. every. time
  • he also loves your solo and affectionately calls it you “angsting over a dude who’s not me”. you are not impressed
  • watching the movie Les Mis one night and crying over hugh jackman and how beautiful everyone in the movie is bc, hot damn everyone in that movie is gorgeous
  • swanky-ass period clothes amiright, kageyama finds the new fashion trend by letting you put clothes on him
  • he loves every song and he becomes best buddies with your cast mates and friends
  • brings you flowers on the opening night 
  • when you come home stressed from rehearsals he kisses you and you talk about it a lot, and he always offers to help you with whatever you’re stressed about
  • him humming your latest solo as he makes you breakfast

Ushijima

Chitty Chitty Bang Bang

  • okay, but you in Truly Scrumptious’ dress?? sign him the fuck up
  • also, you totally get him to practice the duet you have with the guy who plays Caractacus Potts and it turns into a make-out session
  • ushijima has a good singing voice himself, so it’s like a plus
  • his favourite song is toot sweets just because of how crazy it is in reality, like, he thinks it’s spectacular
  • he loves the original movie as well
  • he wants two kids like jemima and jeremy, and low key he wants you to be his truly
  • he’s cheesy that way
  • he also attends all of your rehearsals and brings you food on the opening night

Oikawa

Heathers

  • oikawa relates deeply to heather chandler and you don’t have the heart to tell him that she dies
  • you, on the other hand, play veronica sawyer, and he’s got a flaming, burning dislike for the guy who plays JD, even if it does please him that the guy dies in the end
  • oops, guess you’re singing seventeen to each other in the kitchen
  • he likes heathers because it’s black comedy satire, meant to make you think beneath the layers of jokes and references to the original 1989 film
  • also you watched the original film together and cried
  • there were real tears
  • he loves the knee highs (noted) and the skirt (also noted)
Drunk

“Hey, hey, Kara,” Lena stage-whispered as she did her best to put her glass on the table without getting up from Kara’s lap. “Do you, do you wanna be best friends?”

Kara giggled and her drink almost toppled out of her hand. “We’re already best friends!”

Lena shot up and stared at Kara seriously. “Really?”

Kara nodded vigorously.

“That’s the best news ever,” Lena said before flopping back down onto Kara’s lap.

BTS during the party
  • Jin: loud laughter at everything
  • Suga: passed out from drinking, with his arms spread and slumped, snores like a grandpa
  • J-Hope: dances while someone is singing at the karaoke
  • Rap Monster: sings drunkenly at the karaoke, doesn't let anyone "borrow" the mic
  • Jimin: tries to "borrow" the mic, ends up getting hit with a mic
  • V: takes funny and awkward selcas and pictures of them
  • Jungkook: sober in the corner, probably scarred for life because of his hyungs
Old Souls (Sing)

I found a post that talk about the potential “friendship” between Ms Crawly and Mike, if I find the original post I’ll link to it, but here’s a lil thing I wrote! And this is my first time writing Ms Crawly so bare with me. 


Buster Moon walked through the New Moon Theater, nose buried in his clipboard. It was around lunchtime, and he was checking up on all his performers. His next show was going to be a hit; Music throughout the Decades was its title, and it would be a showcase of how music changed and evolved through the years. Yet, as he checked in on each of his actors, he realized he was missing his Fifties act, Mike, he was not in his studio, nor was he on stage.

“Ash? Have you seen Mike?” Buster asked the punk rocker, peeking his head into her rehearsal area. 

“Why would I wanna know where that jerk is?” Ash begrudgingly huffed, strumming out a small piece by Queen. 

Ash.” Buster sternly warned. He understood Mike wasn’t the easiest to be around, but he wanted all of his performers to get along. Or at least try to.

“Sorry.” Ash sighed. “I don’t know where he is, though." 

Buster tried Rosita and Gunter next, asking them the same question. Gunter had a similar reaction to the question as Ash did, but Rosita gently smacked his big belly. 

"I think I saw him going upstairs, he might be going to one of his little spots.” she said sweetly. 

Mike had a habit of finding areas of the theater to hide in whenever he didn’t want to be bothered, or whenever he had an episode. Under the floorboards, in the pocket of a costume coat, the air vent, even the top of the building were just some of his favorite spots. 

Moon thanked Rosita and hopped up the stairs that lead to the main offices. As he made his way towards the door, though, he heard Mike’s voice. 

“What was he like? What was he really like?” Mike asked, but not in his usual accusing voice. He sounded intrigued and excited about something. 

“Well,” answered a shaking old voice. Ms Crawly? “He was a true gentlemen, that wasn’t an act. He was kind, caring, he took time for each of his fans." 

"And what did he look like in real life?” Mike asked again as Buster pressed his ear to the door. “What did he act like?" 

"Well, he was a bit taller than you and he had black spots on his grey fur.” said the old lizard. “He used to add and delete words from his own songs, he added notes and sometimes his band couldn’t even keep up.” she said with a small laugh. 

“And did ya, did ya ever meet him?" 

“I met Frank when I was around twenty or so. I had gone to one of his shows in New York." 

Buster’s ears perked at this. They were talking about Sinatra. 

"Wow,” Mike let out a long breath. “I’ve seen videos and all, but wow." 

"The funny thing is, I don’t think he ever did a show where he wasn’t tipsy!” Ms Crawly giggled, causing Mike to laugh as well. It was a genuine laugh, not a mocking one, but light hearted. “Oh and he danced in the funniest ways." 

"I bet he did! Though, I don’t Buster would let me go on stage drunk." 

"He doesn’t have to know you are.” Ms Crawly said with a mischievous voice. Any other day Buster would’ve went in, scolding the old lizard, but he had never heard Mike get along with anyone this well and he was silent. 

“And do ya, do ya think I could be like him?” Mike asked quietly. 

“Well, I don’t think anyone could be exactly like Frankie, but I think he’s a good person to try and live up to.” she said sweetly. “Which means trying to get along with your coworkers." 

"Frank didn’t get along with Marlon Brando in Guys and Dolls.” You could practically hear Mike crossing his arms in a huff. “And why should I try to get along with ‘em? They’re all no good, sons of-” he caught himself. “I don’t want to get attached to 'em." 

"Well, you can still be nice to someone and not get attached to them, dear.” Ms Crawly sighed. “And I think it would be best to make some….friends." 

"Friends are for soft people, I ain’t soft.” Mike retorted. 

“Well, maybe you could try. For Frank. He would want you to get along with people. And for Nancy.” Buster waited as silence filled the room, he found himself holding his breath. A moment passed before Mike let out a sigh. 

Fine. For Nancy and Frank.” There was a pause before: “Thank you." 

"You’re very welcome, dear. You can always come to me whenever you want to know more." 

Buster thought now was a good time to enter; he gently knocked on the door with his knuckle and opened it. Mike was sitting with his back to the door and had spun around when Moon had entered. Mike quickly stood up, placing his hat, which he had taken off, on his head. 

"Uh, I, thank you, um, see ya Scaly!” The mouse jumped off the desk and tried to push past Moon. 

“Wait just a moment Mike.” Moon held out his paw. “I would like to invite you to lunch, the cast and I were going to go to the café down the street." 

“I, I don’t…” Mike stole a quick glance to Ms Crawly, who gently nodded. “S-sure. I don’t have anythin’ better to do.” he said with a casual shrug and went out the door. 

Ms Crawly and Moon were left alone, the old lizard laughed lightly. “You were listening outside, weren’t you, Mister Moon?” she asked. 

 "Oh yeah.“