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"Mizi, listen." Hyuna states, grip on the smaller woman's shoulders firm as she lingers over the smaller woman.
"We CAN NOT fuck up again!"
Round Six was a disaster, to put it lightly. Ranging from Ivan's heart stopping (LITERALLY) display of emotion, to Till's lack of words and the crowds roaring ovation at the end of the blood bath, it was certainly an embarrassing loss for the rebellion.
"We need to LOCK IN, and get this BREAD!" Dewey throws in, only to receive a slap on the back of the neck by Isaac.
uh uh cue them yapping and making plans or wtv TIME SKIP LMOAOOAA
Till's dressing room is bright and gaudy, an all the spacious reflecting his meager form as he take in the sight of final performance outfit.
This corset was too tight, these bows were too big and this petticoat was a nightmare. The pinching of these wedge boots were making it hard to stand, and the pinchy , suffocating feeling of the rest of the outfit was overwhelming his thoughts and feelings. He hated it, he hated everything. The worse part, he would deem was the open back window. Till felt too exposed, the chilly breeze of his greenroom crept endlessly down his back, giving him chills that stirred his spine and broke goosebumps all over his skin.
His face was even worse.
Till's assigned make up crew and worked tirelessly to cover any blemish or bruises left on him. All of his dark circles and been smothered beneath makeup that made his face feel flakey, and his hair had been styled into a half-up half-down coiffure that he was sure mimicked Luka's own.
He hates it here.
Suddenly, the most obnoxious knocking pattern meets Till's door, and the man mentally braces before opening it, suicide expectancy increasing by 10000000000000000 % once he sees who it is.
Luka's grin is all to wide as he lets himself into Till's room, pushing past the other man to lean against his vanity counter.
"I cant wait to touch you"
"BRO WHAT"
THE END ☺☺