Trenton: It's the mess that you're sorry for?
*Picking up the last of it, he threw the soiled towels into a laundry hamper and scrubbed his hands clean. He'd have to put that to wash tonight, perhaps even throw in his own soaked garments. But that could wait until after he took every ingestible substance out of the bathroom cabinets, drawers, and nightstands and put them in a box to be guarded in the living space.
*Trenton wasn't about to allow Sang another chance to kill himself and he needed something to do besides considering murdering the idol himself.
Suri: Ew. Keep things pg, Pierce is here. *Noticing Adam put down a finger but not Richard Actually, if you did it again, that's not terrible. Peirce is probably fine.
Adam: Ha, ha. Very funny. Never have I ever failed a class in high school.
Suri: *Putting a finger down
*Fuchsia's smile tilted into a smirk
Fuchsia: I wouldn't mind whip cream either. *He pulled away from Seok, looking him over suggestively, but also to take the cash from each wallet and tip and put the bills together. He tossed the wallets in a shopping cart and grabbed a basket, handing Seok the money.
Fuchsia: Here. You're in charge of the budget since I have noo~ idea how to read this sh*t.