⫯ dox dorm

@✧ klaus von nacht ᵈᵒˣ instantly does he make a face at the younger male’s suggestion, because while that also might have certainly made for quite the story to look back on, there were definitely better options involved than willingly pimping out his bandmate for a speck or two of food for the night. “i’ve got us covered. but i also don’t know how much more i can wait instead of getting something now. asap.” he added, a fairly dejected sigh escaping past his tiers as he stood up and did one last check for his wallet by his front pocket. “ it, grab a jacket or something. we’re heading out.”

@✧ reece nishiya「ʀᴇᴀᴘ.ʀ」ᵈᵒˣ 'recently' was a broad term for the hungry giant named klaus, who may or may not have been heavily responsible for munching away at a good portion of the band's late night snack stash. nonetheless there they were looking rather emptyhanded and disappointed as the man jutted his lower lip out into a plush thick pout. "agh, verdammt noch mal!" he groaned in frustration as he looked over his bank account statements to see a cool zero dollars after he splurged his last paycheck on... well, that's a story for another time. "if we get delivery i'm going to have to the guy's or something to pay. i'm low on cash."

@✧ klaus von nacht ᵈᵒˣ reece sat in his usual comfort of silence by the kitchen island as he watched klaus pitifully pry through every nook and cranny for any semblance of food. but deep in the confinements of his mind was a fairly surprised drummer, since he was certain they’d recently replenished their stock with groceries not too long ago. although by the looks of it, they were essentially out of luck again. naturally, he was grimacing at the options the younger male had begun to list out for them to eat, so as a last resort, he decides to slide his phone out for far better options. “alright, listen. either i call in for a delivery right now or we.. , head to the nearest mcdonald’s or something. i’m just not prepared to settle and die with ‘alla that yet.”

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@✧ reece nishiya「ʀᴇᴀᴘ.ʀ」ᵈᵒˣ calloused hands gently set his precious flying fantasia guitar down upon the open case it was made for, dragging poor reece along from the living room into the dorm kitchen for a little midnight snack break. "when was the last time we went to the store, i wonder..." klaus mused aloud once hopping up onto the kitchen countertop and opening up as many cabinets as possible, peering the shelves and grabbing a variety of strange foods. "alright mein herz, we can do either peanut butter and barbecue chip sandwiches or uhh......... sea salt on cucumber."

As the golden rays of the late afternoon sun filtered through the window of Daniel's dorm room, a sense of creative anticipation filled the air. He sat perched on a wooden chair, an empty canvas resting on an easel before him, and a palette of vibrant acrylic paints ready to be unleashed. His bandmates were running late for their jam session, leaving Daniel with a little extra time on his hands. Instead of twiddling his thumbs or aimlessly scrolling through his phone, he decided to channel his artistic energy onto the canvas.

Daniel had always been known for his remarkable talent with both music and art. Today, he was about to combine these passions in an unusual yet captivating way. With a delicate touch, Daniel dipped his brush into a pool of cobalt blue paint and began to sketch the outline of a set of knives. These weren't just ordinary knives; they were the embodiment of his love for music, each blade morphing into a different musical instrument – a guitar, a saxophone, a drumstick, and even a violin bow. The canvas came to life with each of his brush, as if the knives were playing a harmonious symphony together.

The colors flowed like music notes on a staff, each hue expressing a different emotion. The vibrant red of the electric guitar represented passion and intensity, while the cool blue of the saxophone evoked a sense of melancholy. The drumstick, painted in shades of black and white, symbolized rhythm and precision, while the violin bow added an element of sophistication with its rich browns and elegant curves.

As Daniel continued to paint, he lost himself in the process. Time seemed to stand still as he meticulously added intricate details to each musical instrument. The knives, once sharp and threatening, now appeared as if they were dancing in perfect harmony on the canvas.

With the final brushstroke, Daniel leaned back and admired his masterpiece. It was a work of art that encapsulated his dual passions for music and painting, a visual representation of the creativity that flowed within him. The dorm room had transformed into a mini art studio, with canvas and paints strewn about, and the sun had dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, orange glow through the window.

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all previous commotions aside nights prior, reece had been standing beside tomo the whole time through just silently assessing the entire scene. he had his arms crossed against his chest, and his face resting into a fairly unfazed scowl as his dark stygian orbs followed the new unsuspecting guest in their midst. how the youngest two of the band seemed instantly smitten by the feline, he’d surely never know. but one thing was for certain that reece was rather skeptical of keeping the cat around so soon. only god knew what kind of stories could follow up next if they truly decided to take it in.

“how do we actually know nobody’s looking for him, er.. her. well, you know what i mean.” he shook his head, his tone of voice riding the waves of just how utterly unconvinced he was still despite the tiny mews that rolled in almost like a desperate plea from the feline awaiting final judgement. “you never really do know though, someone could eventually come looking for the cat. but you guys already look far too damn sold—”

quite frankly, klaus' attention span was getting flushes right down the drain with each passing second that he instead spent with a heavy lidded stare fixated on the little cuteness galore that was the unnamed magic feline who spawned from izzy's imagination. or, more accurately, an alleyway a few blocks down. at least that was the most he managed to overhear as the man gently prodded his finger under the kitten's chin and held back any pathetic winces of agonizing pain once said kitty decided to use that finger of his as a personal chew toy. "it's alright, izz! this little guy's a cutie. who could turn him away? or is it a she? either way, i like him. and i don't think anyone's got allergies. can we keep him, tomo? reece?" blush tiers curled into a pleading puppy dog pout once he looked up from his spot on the ground to face their leader, hoping a wee bit of silent begging would somehow convince the other gentlemen onto their side. just as the tiny black ball of fur was hopping onto his lap and kneading its deadly claws through his jeans, another realization hit him like a dumpster truck. "wait... does that mean you weren't flirting with me?" klaus murmured tenderly as though he'd just witnessed his own heart shattering into a billion glass pieces, gaze falling upon iseul's rosy cheeks before settling over the twinkle in her eyes. seemed he was never one to mince words when liquid courage was still in his system, did it?

"my who what now purrsona? persona? persona five? y'know i really dig that game- hold on i'm getting distracted. okay!" she clasps her hands together as a way to 'reset' and clears and she speaks in a very 'as a matter of fact-ly' tone, eyes closed but ever so slightly creaking one open to look at the cat, then at klaus, then at eunhwi. "ahem. yes, i'm uh....there was this n-new voice acting gig and it's a show about cats, and the life of cats, and cat-related-things, so i thought why not get a cat and i totally didn't find him behind an alley- and ok no i'm sorry you guys know i at lying. it'll be the end of me! and i have to be truthful with you all because it's the right thing to do. i...i found him by himself and i coudn't find his family or any owners nearby, he's a baby too i don't know how anyone could abandon a poor little thing and on such a rainy day too, i couldn't just leave him there...but i don't want to take him to a shelter either, what if no one adopts him? he can't spend the rest of his days behind a cage wondering when he'll get to go home. i can't let that happen...everyone needs a home to come to."

Tomo's previous curiosity was quickly swapped with pure confusion at the response he got, but amusement was still present over his features, the usual random, almost crazy, but oh-so-charming atmosphere that surrounded these two never failing to amaze or entertain him. His brain was still a little slow from the previous night's events, long sleep, and the left-over drinks he'd been downing and it took him a while to, maybe, properly process what Klaus had just said. Before he could open his mouth to respond though, his eyes were ripped away from their youngest member by Izzy's voice when she joined them again, then quickly dropping to the tiny figure of a kitten now sitting in the middle of their living room and meowing at them.

Despite quickly recognizing the german from how the other would speak it here and there, he was still far from familiar with any word that was not 'hello' and 'thank you' so he had no idea what he had just said and he simply offered the girl a puzzled look "Is this part of the training? Like, getting a cat to familiarize yourself with their meowing for the acting or something?" Being completely unaware of what was going on, only meant that he'd follow after whatever the blonde was spewing, carefully watching how he skillfully gained the small kitten's trust.

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before the poor man could even mentally recover from the previous round of utter confusion, their frantic pianist was back again fumbling through odd excuses until finally a curious little feline came tapping his little paws against the wooden floors with big sparkly doe eyes staring up at them all. usually this would be the lightbulb 'a-ha' moment when all the dots finally connected. at least, for people in their right mind. one could never underestimate the levels of delusion klaus would cling on to when under many influences. most especially when suffering from adorable furry overdose.

"kommen sie, kätzchen~!" (come to me, kitty) soon klaus was crouching down low to level with the fluffy stranger as he cooed softly, nearly whispering so that his coarse deep tone wouldn't scare the little guy away. carefully he inched an open palm forth, allowing iseul's friend to take his sweet old time sniffing about and getting to know the gentle giant himself. "damn, izz. i was already sold on your cat girl persona. now you're a /magical/ cat girl just spawning kittens? you must be doing some method acting for a new gig, huh?" in no time he was able to tenderly scratch behind the feline's pointed ears with a happy contented sigh.

"so.. does the second cutest kitty in the room here have a name?"

now that she had finally made it to the bathroom with the kitten undected (yeah, undetected, klaus had no idea, no way) she finally let the black haired fur ball out of her jacket. a sigh of relief. "phew, okay we're clear kitty cat- though i guess i can't keep you hidden...'furever', but i did want you to have some space before you meet the rest of the band, those boys sure can be quite rowdy and i've heard you need to let cats get acclimated to a new environment slowly. surely we can keep you i mean, our dorm is suprisingly always neat and tidy, and we'll keep you well fed and give you lots of love so i don't see why not!" she went on and on, golden wide eyes staring at the golden, taller figure. upon hearing more voices outside the bathroom in the hall, iseul oh-so-sneakily opened the door just enough to slide her slim figure through. "wow, hey hey hey guys uh- i would /not/ go in there. it's awful, truly, it's just a massacre upon the porcelain throne- hey wait!" her words had been cut off short when the unnamed soon to be member of dox snuck from behind her legs and out of the bathroom, sitting between izzy and the boys and meowing, almost as if he was greeting the other two. "uh oh. how'd he get here? somebody lose a cat?....okaylistenicanexplain."

despite the fact he carried on with his duty of picking up red solo cups and empty bottles as if nothing weird happened at all, it seemed their leader had other plans to dig a little deeper. not that he really minded, more than elated to speak the honest truth with his bandmates even if sometimes he'd be better off keeping his big mouth shut. oh well. the king of too-much-information was here to provide.

"either she's into me or tripping balls right now," klaus explained with a hearty laugh as tobacco smoke billowed past his lips like little clouds of happy death. "she was totally meowing at me. strangely accurate too? i guess she really has been working hard at that voice acting gig lately because wow." once he'd filled up the trashbag with as much random debris he could spot, the guitarist was then sifting through the cleaning supplies izzy bought and grabbing a stain remover spray bottle until he perked up with realization. just not the realization he should have concluded to. "oh– izz said something about her phone almost dying? did she leave it out here? maybe we ought to charge it for her while she's, uh, busy."

After sticking around Reece in the kitchen for a majority of the morning, attempting to retrace the ending of their night and sipping from the remaining beer as he avoided the bathroom responsability he'd been charged with, he finally pushed himself off of the stool when he heard their female member arriving back. Stopping only by the sink to drop the newly emptied bottle, he missed only the first few words before he was leaning against the doorframe but as he heard the other two go on it felt like he'd missed an entire conversation before it the words entering his ears but the context flying right over his head. Still, he kept his eyes on the other two and consequently resting his gaze on Klaus as the girl left, eyebrow raising in curiousity "What was that?"

luckily the odds of klaus being an absolute himbo were in her favor as he remained just oblivious enough not to connect the very painfully obvious dots and realize that she clearly had a little floofy chatterbox in her jacket. instead he was much more concerned with the way she rambled on and on at the speed of lightning, wondering exactly what sort of drugs this woman was on and how the hell could he get some for himself.

"uh.. yes?" he reluctantly confirmed as his gaze narrowed with suspicion, unsure if he was hallucinating whatever awkward chaos just went down. yet once more he's cut short, unable to try and get his two last remaining braincells to decipher whether or not he was being flirted with before izzy ran off like her life depended on it.

"...she is so ing weird. god, i love that woman."

she stood like a deer in headlights, or well more so like a young girl trying (and horribly failing) to disguise the little furball that was now pawing at the interior of her varsity jacket. "no!" she said, her tone going up in a high pitch. "yes!. um, cat...catastrophe! it's probably the flu going around, crazy this time of year. truly, a catastrophe. i probably have an awful stomach virus too. in fact i think i need to take a hot, big ol' dum— did you just admit to having a thing for cat girls?" she quirked a brow at klaus. note to self: buy cat ears for halloween...

corpsehusband was right, cat girls ruined lives.

another meow followed, and a soft ruffle within her oversized jacket. "zipityouadorablefurball." she whispered under her breath, holding a pained smile at her member. "ah-need to poop, gotta go!"

just because the party was long over and klaus somehow managed to still be able to stand upright did not mean he was planning to stop the shenanigans— or, rather, the binge drinking and burning through a whole pack of cigarettes. haphazardly was he keeping his restless body busy as he grabbed a trashbag and began stuffing it full with whatever random litter he could find riddled about the living room while he happily had some classic 80s rock playing through his beaten up old speaker.

izzy would surely be back home soon and the last thing he wanted was for her to come back and see just how much of a disgusting mess everything had been left as klaus had run off to god knows where all night before stumbling back at the crack of dawn. yet he underestimated just how quick she could be (or perhaps how agonizingly slow and distracted he was) as the door creaked open and the beautiful blonde came rushing through. before he could even greet her with the usual hugs and smothering affection he loved to give, he halted right in his tracks, brows furrowing with confusion.

".............did you just meow? and am i supposed to think that's hot? because it's working."

yeah. he was still plastered drunk a bit. or high. maybe both. who could keep track?

( ) since the party event is officially over!!! time for the Communal Cat!!!

in her defense, she /had/ explicitly gone out to the nearest store to stock up on some cleaning products. heavens knew they needed them, there was a lot to be cleaned up, disinfect, (possibly burn to ashes too?) and overall tidy up their dorm and the aftermath of their party. iseul was on her way back, with two small bags filled to the brim with various cleaning products when she heard the faintest of...meows? she stopped in her tracks, and listened again. and another meow. and from the nearby alley, her eyes met the most beautiful pair of big, dazzling golden eyes. after a plethora of 'pspspspsps' she now hid the fur ball with golden eyes in her giant jacket. okay, just play it cool. just enter, leave the stuff on the kitchen counter and make a run for her room. izzy peasy right?

"h-hey hey hey guys. i got all the things, tons of mr. clean magic erasers. but um i gotta go my phone is dying. need to charge it!" and before she took another step, her jacket meowed. twice.

@✦ logan joo〈 ʟᴏᴊᴏ 〉ʳᵉᵛᵒˡᵗ Tomo's eyebrows raise a little in surprise at the new information and quickly swallows back his drink before speaking again "Really? Then you must be more familiar here than I am" He responded with an impressed smile, letting his tongue peek out to the remnants of the alcohol from his lips as he set the bottle down for a short moment "Am doing pretty okay? I mean, aside from the constant fights with the language" The bassist joked with an amused chuckle before adding "But it surely feels much more free here than in Japan or Korea" He then motioned with his head towards Logan "Your english must be good though if you were here for a while?"

@✧ moon eunhwi〈 ᴛᴏᴍᴏ 〉ᵈᵒˣ Taking part in your contagious laughter, Logan couldn't help but smile. Another sip trickled down, burning sweet relief into their chest before setting the drink down rest their forearms on the island in the kitchen. Slowly becoming more acclimated to their new surroundings, Logan loosened up. "Me no, no. I've frequented here quite a bit before joining my company group. I'm originally from the east coast of the states, but Cali is like my second home." They informed before getting semi-distracted by the passerby's looking into the kitchen before proceeding with their conversations. "What about you? How are you doing here? A lot different than being in Seoul for you, I bet?"

@✦ logan joo〈 ʟᴏᴊᴏ 〉ʳᵉᵛᵒˡᵗ There was en expectant expression on his face as he leaned his elbows over the counter, watching the other sip their newly made beverage and silently waiting a response. At the comment, Tomo let out a loud laugh offering a playful shrug of his shoulders "Not a bad title, I'll take it!" He says before reaching for the group's fridge and grabbing one of the cold soju bottles from inside, quickly checking if it was one of the fruit tasted ones and pushing the door closed when realizing it was not. Sliding into one of the kitchen stools, he thought he had the time to indulge them in conversation since he didn't really have any plans or anyone waiting for him at the moment "First time in LA or have you been before?" He asks Logan smoothly as he pops off the cap from the bottle and puts it to his lips.

@✦ kang jiwoon〈 ᴊᴜɴᴇ 〉ʳᵉᵛᵒˡᵗ @✦ hong sejong〈 ᴀᴄᴇ 〉ʳᵉᵛᵒˡᵗ insu didn’t expect jiwoon to agree so easily. maybe it’s sejong’s unintentional intimidation doing its work, or insu’s glint of mischief that won’t go away. either way, insu’s brow perks from curiosity — wondering what sejong is planning as he leans closer towards jiwoon.

all he could think of is ‘dang, i wish i got shotgunned when i first smoked’ and simply remembers him choking as he accidentally inhaled into the chamber. , truly, but he’s scratching his head in deep thought — until the next scene happens. the first thing insu does is laugh, like usual, not expecting that mistake from expert ‘call me when we smoke’ sejong. he snorts, coughing again before smacking sejong’s back. “nice one. hey, how did sejong taste, jiwoon? you liked it?” he doesn’t forget to tease jiwoon; the mischievous look only increases. “do you want me to teach ya, luke?”

@✧ moon eunhwi〈 ᴛᴏᴍᴏ 〉ᵈᵒˣ 'Man, this guy has an abundance of energy,' Logan thought to themself once again, playing catch up to their host. They filed through the door behind you. A concentrated breath gave away when Logan shimmed through as if they were walking on a tightrope circus through the crowd. Again a sigh of relief came when they arrived at the less populated kitchen area. 'Thank the universe.' they praised the momentary reprieve.
Wide-eyed Logan watched as you whipped together the cocktail. An entertained smile unknowingly filtered their face when you presented them with a beverage.

They gave a nod of thanks before placing the rim of the glass between their lips. Once then twice, Logan took a generous swig of the lavation before tilting their head and deeming it drinkable. "You, sir, may not be Korea's next best Mixologist, but you are certainly my liquor lifesaver. They teased with mischievous grins bounding on their lips yet again, taking another sip. "It's good; thank you for your hospitality."

@✧ do insu〈 ᴅᴏɴᴏ 〉ᵈᵒˣ @✦ hong sejong〈 ᴀᴄᴇ 〉ʳᵉᵛᵒˡᵗ jiwoon draws his legs in closer to himself, beginning to regret his spontaneous decision to be Bold. although, when sejong looks at him with an amused smile, asking one more time for confirmation, jiwoon nods back eagerly. his stomach is still doing flips, palms sweaty, head pounding to the rhythm of his quickened heartbeat. “slow inhale. don’t cough in my face.” he’s reciting it over and over in his head as he watches sejong begin to breathe in whatever they were smoking. he’s nervous, worried about how it’ll taste or smell or feel or if he’ll end up coughing even though sejong told him not to or if he’ll chicken out last minute even though he’s come so far…

but as sejong’s face draws closer to his, he can’t deny the buzz that zips through his bloodstream. he’s Excited. the idea of doing something Bold is intoxicating–the only reason jiwoon he has for why he’s so lightheaded. he’s bracing himself (slow inhale don’t cough in his face slow inhale don’t cough in his face slow in), but nothing could prepare him for what he feels instead.

it’s warm, firm, pleasant… jiwoon is so overwhelmed his brain just completely goes blank. it’s like something inside of him is exploding. he’s so lightheaded that he holds onto the collar of sejong’s shirt, almost afraid he’s going to collapse and ruin whatever procedure he Should be doing. but it’s sinking in that he’s not really breathing anything in. in fact, he’s not really breathing at all. it would be easier, if there was space between him and sejong to breathe but-

ah.

jiwoon pulls away, head spinning and heart pounding. “oh-!” he’s still clutching onto sejong’s collar, system overloading as his thoughts run wild in his brain. he’s shocked and aghast and Never would’ve thought he would be like this with sejong… and yet, a part of him is disappointed that he pulled away.

@✦ logan joo〈 ʟᴏᴊᴏ 〉ʳᵉᵛᵒˡᵗ "Whiskey huh? A nice choice" He lets out smoothly, charming smile still in place as he lowers his eyes to the table in search of the requested drink "Should still be on, I believe the sweeter drinks and the vodka mixes are being picked the most" The bassist comments mindlessly. He was usually talkative but the alcohol and other things he'd consumed were surely playing it up a bit too. He lets out a small 'aha' when he finally spots the brownish bottle, leaning a bit over the table to pick it up. "Kitchen" He says, then quickly sliding into the door right next to the table which was thankfully much less crowded. After getting a clean glass and one of the already sliced lemons left over the table, he sets it up in front of Logan "I'd get you Klaus but I have no idea where he is, so I hope my skills are good enough for you" The male jokes lightly as he tips the bottle into the ice-filled glass and within the next few minutes he mixes it with the lemon juice and the sugar. He was nowhere near an expert in mixing, but through frequent partying, he had at least gotten the basics of basics from watching friends mix him drinks. Pushing the newly made drink across the counter he faces Logan with a little proud smile "Let me know how far I'd make it into my mixing career?"

@✧ do insu〈 ᴅᴏɴᴏ 〉ᵈᵒˣ @✦ kang jiwoon〈 ᴊᴜɴᴇ 〉ʳᵉᵛᵒˡᵗ “yeah? you wanna try?” sejong confirms, amused. he’s not sure if it shows up on his face, but if it’s them in the room with him he doesn’t particularly care about scrutiny. he flicks the lighter with one hand, zappos lid opening and shutting. “tips for you: slow inhale. don’t cough in my face.”

he takes a smaller hit than he did for insu, clearing the chamber and setting the bong down to get closer to jiwoon, stabilizing his face with a light grip on his chin. this is the closest he’s ever been to the other, the first time he’s noticed the smattering of light moles beneath his ear and the dilation of his pupils in response to… something. the fall? the anticipation? he leans in, under the assumption that his depth perception is still working as intended—but he miscalculates and presses his lips firmly against jiwoon’s instead.

you taste like smirnoff, he thinks at jiwoon.

@✧ do insu〈 ᴅᴏɴᴏ 〉ᵈᵒˣ @✦ hong sejong〈 ᴀᴄᴇ 〉ʳᵉᵛᵒˡᵗ he shrinks back when sejong crouches down in front of him, awkward babbling subsiding as he swallows the rest of the words. his heart feels like it's going to bust out of his chest with how hard it's beating, the blood rushing to his head in such a way that he can barely understand what sejong's even saying. "do i want to huh??" insu's foot draws his attention away from sejong, insu's own rambling easing the air. jiwoon finds himself laughing despite everything, biting down on his bottom lip with an amused smile on his face.

"i don't know anything about this," jiwoon peers over at the instrument sitting forgotten behind them. "but… i feel like i shouldn't.."

however the look in sejong's eyes is making jiwoon feel flustered. it feels like he's pinning jiwoon down with his stare, expression intense despite his eyes being glazed over. he glances over at insu, who bears an almost mischievous glint in his eye. something in jiwoon's stomach flips.

"well, if it's what you guys were doing," jiwoon's mouth is suddenly so dry. "i wanna try…"

@✧ moon eunhwi〈 ᴛᴏᴍᴏ 〉ᵈᵒˣ A short burst of heat flushed their cheeks when taking the other hand in their taking Logan by surprise. Your hand was soft? Logan was staggered by the plushness of your hand. They weren't aware of the fine details of your career history; however, they knew you were one of the only other instrumental artists in the game. They didn't know a lot about you, just merely the basics pertaining to your group as a whole. But Logan never anticipated your energy to be this warm and inviting or enamored by your smile. Speechless, Logan continued to part ways with the crowd following shortly behind you. As they pushed through the bodies, Logan used his long legs to keep stride with you as they approached the table. Their eyes performed a quick sweep of the selection before making a decision. "I'm easy pleasurer. I'll take a whiskey sour if yea possible."