𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒕 ( link & trace )

WHO @lincolnonline​ and trace hummel-anderson.  WHEN thus. after slushying WHERE bathroom

IMMEDIATELY FOLLOWING getting slushied, trace had made his way towards the bathroom only to be met with an even worse horror: lincoln clarington-smythe. they were practically fated to be enemies and like a true self fulfilled prophecy, they had taken issue with each other to the point they had even gotten kicked out dalton together. he didn’t have the energy to bicker with link as he put his lipgloss back on in the mirror or whatever he was doing, so trace silently crossed to the sink and stuck his head under the faucet to try and rinse out his hair. it failed miserably. when he came up to reexamine this situation by looking in the mirror, the back of his head came into contact with the faucet in a thump. “ow, fuck.” he winced, now rubbing his head as he looked in the mirror. noticing link’s presence still, he turned to the other, “rocky remington is a bitch.” he grumbled, suddenly feeling an unfamiliar sense of camaraderie with the other, “sorry you had to go through this shit, too.”