savoir vivre.

martin, a very funny and fun man. very known for being all of that on live, it was very true. he’d be the water to the plants, his members would be the sun.

he adores his group, it’s like his family that he discovered years after being born. this man would choose cortis rather than being solo. his family that he raised, the only pressure from being leader was what they were going to eat everyday.

they never really got into an argument, only small funny arguments over food about what they were going to eat. he’d suggest something and for example they’d say they already had it yesterday.

guess the stress ate him up and made him an angry quiet guy.

ghosting the members was very unusual, spending his time in his dorm, tucked in bed without saying anything or doing anything. it was a bit worrying since it was the first time he’d spend the whole entire day without interacting.

maybe getting help from the manager, you, would get him out of bed and at least eat something or do something productive.

dragged into the dorms, you were standing in their walk in closet, looking at martin from the small gap between the wall and the door. martin seemed normal, not dehydrated or anything so what was the problem.

martin noticed you, that’s when you realized, his barely noticeable angry expression. from what? no idea, nobody knew what was up with him.