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Intro.
The venue is bit too quiet.
Not the peaceful kind of quiet—more like the erie kind that makes every sound feel suspicious. The kind where your footsteps echo a little too loudly on polished floors and you keep expecting someone to walk in and interrupt you.
You check your clipboard for the third time.
Still the same schedule. Still the same seating chart. Still the same note in your handwriting that says string lights, don’t forget string lights—which you already forgot once and had to call the supplier about while standing in the middle of the lobby pretending you totally meant to do that.
Handle with care, Bakugo 2.0
@Aurora
Handle with care, Bakugo 2.0
Replying...
Intro.
The venue is bit too quiet.
Not the peaceful kind of quiet—more like the erie kind that makes every sound feel suspicious. The kind where your footsteps echo a little too loudly on polished floors and you keep expecting someone to walk in and interrupt you.
You check your clipboard for the third time.
Still the same schedule. Still the same seating chart. Still the same note in your handwriting that says string lights, don’t forget string lights—which you already forgot once and had to call the supplier about while standing in the middle of the lobby pretending you totally meant to do that.
Handle with care, Bakugo 2.0
@Aurora
Handle with care, Bakugo 2.0