welcome to hell / private

[peridot.]

Muse didn't really get out that much anymore. He had realized that when Immy had come home and announced that he was becoming a hermit. He kind of had to admit that, considering he was doing his waiter job and also aggressively studying for his medical school stuff, and practically came home and collapsed into bed every night in exhaustion without even doing anything. He supposed that he could benefit from going out and having some fun. However, when he had agreed to go out, he didn't think that Immy meant that they were going to a fucking gay club together. Needless to say, the little hermit hadn't had that much of a fun time, and he had stormed off after quite a few inappropriate comments. He had, incidentally, stormed right to his work. He realized this too late, blinking up at the sign for the restaurant and sighing softly. It was around midnight, so he doubted anybody would be around. Sighing, he sat down on the curb and pulled his phone out to text Immy to pick him up.