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͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏𝖈𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐬͟𝐩͟𝐫͟𝐢͟𝐧͟𝐠͟ .
@springofdrums
໑㇂𝙼𝚈𝚃𝙷𝙾𝙻𝙾𝙶𝚈 & 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙸𝙲 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁 ⋆* ⁀➷ ᴅʀᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ.⋆。୭̥ ❝─Wᴏᴜʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɪss sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴀsɴ’ᴛ ᴀ ɢɪʀʟ?❞



tara drops her bag next to @springofdrums and flops dramatically onto the grass like it’s been the longest day of her life. “so, how’s my favorite drummer doing today?”

“charlie.”, her tone is even, she’s hoping it’s calming and reassuring but tara knows that sometimes she can overthink. “did something happen with nick? at home? i’m just worried, that’s all.”


reaching across the table with her free hand, tara spoke softly. “charlie you do realize when you’re anxious about something, you refuse to look anyone in the eye?”, the clarinet player asked. “now what’s going on?”

{Written Starter for @springofdrums} The bassist held the door open for her friend who was carrying a pile of boxes. Sahaar chuckled softly. “What’s all this for, Charlie?”


nick was glad that after the time they had spent together, he knew charlie so well as to tell when he was not being entirely truthful, or getting too in his thoughts. nick’s eyebrows furrowed as he looked at the curly haired boy in front of him. He looked tired, incomplete +

there's a quiet frown on simon's face, his index finger lightly tapping on the space beside him. maybe it's a little stupid to say he can recognize a bit of himself in this stranger, but ... ++

“okay..i just worry.” she says quietly, a slight frown spreading across her lips at the statement. “it’s habit, i guess.”

nick had been worried about charlie, thoughts of him and his recovery plaguing almost every thought he had. he had wished he could help him more, be there more. both charlie and his mom said that he was doing everything he could, but it still did not feel like enough . . . +

his eyes widened and he struggled to think — especially since english wasn't his first language. " no, no! you're not a burden to me, i don't have anything to do right now, " he reassures. " er — maybe sit with me? " he offers.
