But imagine spending the entire day in the house with Calum. You would do stupid things like dance around the house in just your underwear while singing at the top of your lungs. You’d play hide & seek & tag. You would bake cookies & cover each other in flour. You would draw each other stupid little pictures that neither of you would want to get rid of. Then at the end of the day you guys would be exhausted and spend the evening laying in bed, cuddling & watching old movies & ugh I need a Calum..
but a rational prism-headed dude would totally dig living in a place made of fractal transparent material! my right brain counters, swiftly ejecting the competitor safely out of the nearest window available to be dashed mercilessly on the concrete below
seventeen: *produces all their songs, choreographs all their songs, cooks their own food, styles their own hair, cleans their dorm, designs stickers for their shows, practices for 18 hours everyday, puts make-up on their faces by themselves, dOES EVERYTHING BY THEMSELVES TBH*
pledis: oh u out of toothpaste? sorry but we only got a few dollars bye