Just Adulting ! (canceled)
An ache had settled within the young man’s lower back, condemning him to solitude on the brightly-patterned stairs of the newly-acquired apartment complex. With a sigh he had let gravity take him—his arms falling limply at his sides, head lolling back and chest rapidly rising and falling. Moving had been, to his surprise, a killer. Even with a well toned body from dancing Primrose had found himself drenched with sweat equivalent to running a triathlon.
Fanning at his face with a flailing hand in desperation he couldn’t help but groan into the ever-silent stairway. Despite loathing the process of packing up and squatting down in a new situation the boy had looked forward to starting over in this small bustling town. It had far exceeded his expectations from looks alone and he had already spotted a few cute places whilst driving up. Best yet; there seemed to be one or two local cats he couldn’t wait to meet; an over stuffed<i>but just chonky in prim’s opinion</i>orange, and lithe tuxedo.
Boxes had mostly been hauled up to the third floor with two remaining in the rental. He made a mental note to apologize tomorrow to any tenants that had put up with his stomping and heaving for the better hour or so.
Fishing his polar-pop pink phone out of his pocket, the boy raised it upwards to snap a selfie of himself, complete with a cat filter, in the glory that was moving before tagging it with <b>#justadulting</b>
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Usually the homebound rapper wouldn't mind waiting for the elevator. I mean, who wanted to climb five flights of stairs? But the downfall of living on the top floor was the damn thing taking its<i>sweet time</i>. Naomi drummed her foot on the floor, impatiently checking her phone from time to time as the car traveled and idled various floors. Eventually she lost her patience completely and in a carefree manner redirected for the stairs, the door of which was kicked wide open.
Naomi flew down the steps, skipping levels occasionally to the beat of the music blaring through her airpods. Had no one been there she likely wouldn't have been a bother, and in her head, why would there be? Well, the logic was sound enough aside from the fact that sunrise had a handful of open units and she wasn't the tenant who had moved in recently.
Rounding the corner of the third floor, Naomi nearly tripped over some guy lounging at the top of the landing. Fortunately her reflexes were quick enough to grab the handrail and clear the stairs with an echoed thud as her boots hit the next break in steps. She hissed as the impact traveled her legs and slowly straightened out, tapping her earbud to pause her music. "<i>Whoa</i> dude, I almost missed you—" Like that was really his fault.
"<b>Not judgin', but there's gotta be better places to take a selfie.</b>"
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Prim heard the clattering of parkour before anything; weight being tossed, thundering landings, sliding of what he would assume to be a body across rails and poles. Turning his head he braced himself for the inevitable impact that was sure to come– But it didn’t. Instead, he bore witness to a flash of shadow flying over him that was none other than Naomi.
With a heavy landing ahead he unfurled from a position of frigh- a breath of relief passing with a hand placed upon his fluttering sternum. The woman ahead of him, now turning to face him, looked right out of a music vid with her contrasting streetwear and two toned hair- almost seeming stand-offish if it were not for her rather relaxed words.
"Sick landing!"” he marveled aloud, mouth slightly ajar to thinking it was the best entrance of a stranger yet. “<b>Sorry for the uh— obstacle?</b>” He chuckled sheepishly, looking back behind at the distance cleared with a finger anxiously scratching at his cheek. He wasn’t entirely sure what to call it. “Just having a break from moving and figured I would take the opportunity of this here lovely staircase." A double resounding pat was given for good measure.
"Your knees okay?"