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SO CUTE!!!

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thankfully , walker had the day off work . unfortunately , he had to spend it working on a paper for his economics class . which he absolutely hated . the only thing that was going to get him through was the free coffee he would get from sitting at his place of employment to write it . he was so used to entering the cafe before the sun even rose that he didn't think to look around when he entered , there was typically no one but him when he was opening the place up . obviously that was not the case in the middle of the day . it was actually full of people .

he actually paused at the door to scan the place , only being pulled from his own thoughts at the sound of someone else talking to him . or at least he assumed it was to him considering the words rang loud and clear , unlike the hum of the other conversations happening throughout the space . ❝ it wouldn't have been your feet to blame , i should pay better attention to my surroundings .  though , you probably still would have been questioned and been held as a suspect . ❞

WHO ? : anyone. LOCATION : holy grounds. ( @corneliastarters )

            today was a rare kind of day for hayden. she didn’t have a shift at next chapter, and she didn’t have any plans of creating new content for her onlyfans account. she was free, but she was so bored. so she decided to go to her favorite place — holy grounds.  she ordered the strongest coffee on their menu, and sat down at one of the few empty tables by the door — legs stretched out in front of her. she was digging around in her bag for her kindle when someone entered the coffee shop ; she pulled her legs back right as they approached so they wouldn’t trip over her feet. “ oops ! “ she offered a smile. “ i think i just saved your life. my big ass feet could've gotten you killed. “ she tried to joke, though she knew her sense of humor could be a bit dry. " seriously, though, i'm sorry about that ! "

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the moment he walked into the bakery he was hit with the strong smell of sweet pastries. it caused his nose to tingle and though it was a pleasant scent, one he'd grown to love and appreciate, it still startled him by just how strong it was. ❝ i thought i'd find you here .  ❞ walker dropped his backpack in a corner and turned to face charlie with a comfortable smile . ❝ when i didn't see you last night or this morning i almost sent out a search party -- almost .  ❞

it had been years of safety and comfort but walker still couldn't shake the panic that arose when he found himself alone without warning . luckily he had matured ever so slightly and was able to reason with himself . ❝ i brought you a coffee . did you get any sleep at all ?  ❞ he wondered aloud as he offered her the beverage he'd taken after getting off work from his own job .

status: open (@corneliastarters)

         charlie had been busy all morning. the bakery was getting fully decorated and ready for the spooky season and thus she had to come up with some fun designs to make their pastries just a bit more seasonally acceptable.

after a very late night and a way too early morning, she was looking at her work with pride. the little chocolate spiderwebs and jelly bugs she'd spend hours trying to perfect were just perfect. the sweets looked absolutely amazing in the heavily decorated displays of the small bakery.

when the bell chimed, she turned around with a smile, ready to welcome a new customer. "welcome to sweet nothing, where life is never sour!"

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squinting at his page , walker tilted his head from side to side . his drawing was alright but he felt like it was missing something at the same time . he just could figure out what that thing was . when he'd first started taking art classes he'd been a kid and his parents had wanted to give him a creative outlet that wasn't drawing on his wall . he'd stuck with it because he was good at it and it did turn out to be something he looked forward too . he always signed up for any and all classes he could find in the area , learning from different artists and being given the opportunity to try different styles as well as themes . with a sigh , walker set his work down and glanced to the side . ❝ are you sure you can't save it ? it doesn't look like too bad of a mistake to me .  ❞ he hummed thoughtfully . ❝ mine's okay , it's a pumpkin patch but it just feels kind of plain , you know ? it needs something else but i can't figure out what that is just yet .  ❞

who: open! ( @corneliastarters )

where: art class (drawing/painting/pottery/ceramics/you pick!) or decorating class (cookie decorating/cake and sip/painting pumpkins/carving pumpkins/you pick!

She thought this class would be a fun way to get into the holiday spirit, allowing her to take advantage of the medium to design something spooky or fall appropriate. Instead, it was proving to be a headache, as she found herself (very early on) messing up. Jenny tossed her head back with a groan at the mistake her fidget just cost her before turning to the person nearest to her. "Well, I already messed up, so that's fun. How's it going for you? What are you going for?"

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seasonal drinks were quite possibly the worst part of his job . not only did it require memorizing new recipes , it had the sugary scent of new syrups clinging to him for hours afterward and it drew everyone into the cafe more than usual . it had been busy from the moment he started his shift and he'd made more drinks off the new menu with every type of customization imaginable than he could to count in just a few short hours . it was a relief when walker had finally been able to take a five minute break to catch his breath and get a little fresh air .

he had just gotten his apron over his head to return to his last hour of work and in the ten seconds that his vision was obstructed he managed to bump into something . or rather someone . it was just that type of day . though , walker held in what he wished to say and instead pulled the corners of his mouth upward into an easy smile . ❝ no it's okay , it's my fault . my head got caught in the apron and i couldn't exactly see for a moment there .  ❞ he tugged at the offending garment . ❝ you go first , i'm trying to get the most out of this break as i possibly can .  ❞

status: open (@corneliastarters)

         tulip was excited; the local coffee shop had recently added new drinks to their menu and she had yet had the time to check them out, but today was the day. she had made sure her schedule was clear for the remainder day, with her she had her trusty rose gold tablet, ready to blog the day away.

she was humming softly to herself, an indie pop song she'd heard on the radio just that morning, as she crossed the street, already looking inside the cozy shop to look for a free table, when she ran into someone. "oop- are you ok? i wasn't looking where i was going, sorry!"

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❝ i was actually just hoping that i could sit here and sketch the view from the window ? the lighting is really great right now . but i'll also get a water ? yeah , water with lemon . i know i can't sit here for free though so you can charge me for a bottle if you need too . ❞ walker shook his head as he set his bag on the seat next to him and began to rummage through it in hope of finding a pencil sharpener . he'd barely even looked up from the moment he'd walked in , too caught up with finding the perfect seat to capture the scenery and the vision of what it would look like on paper slowly forming in his head . ❝ and maybe i will take you up on that whatever i need part , you don't happen to have a pencil just laying around do you ?  ❞ he finally lifted his head to look at the person he'd been speaking with all this time , his cheeks flushing when it dawned on him how rude he'd been .

remy hated sundays. at work, it was mostly people squabbling over the games on tv, a constant back and forth between different football teams. still, they weren't terrible; most were regulars who tipped pretty well. they wiped down the bar after the last of the older men who insisted on referring to them as darling left, not at all pausing when someone else walked up to the bar. "welcome in," they greeted. they tossed the rag into the bucket before looking up at the patron. "what'll it be? shoulder to cry on? gossip? whatever you need, i can try my best to fulfill it."

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girl who is sitting in a chair quietly with a neutral expression actually screaming very loudly in her head

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messy hair

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☆ –– (hwang hyunjin, he/him, cismale) who is walker (kwon) miller anyways? ew. you don’t know about him, we’ll bet you watw:nt to. they’re feeling twenty three and skateboarding feels like a perfect night to them. rumor has it they’re taciturn and perfectionist because they care, but they’re also loyal and charming in the best way. he works to make a little money as a barista. they’ve rented on a place on cornelia street in the form of woodvale roommates. safe and sound (muse a) is the song they could dance to the beat of forevermore. 

BASIC INFORMATION

full  name : kwon wonbin walker kwon miller  nickname(s)  : n/a birth  date  : december 25th 1999 age : twenty four  zodiac : capricorn gender  : cismale pronouns  :  he / him romantic  orientation  :  biromantic  sexual  orientation  :  bisexual  nationality  :  korean-american  ethnicity : korean

BACKGROUND

birth  place  :  seoul  ,  south  korea  hometown  :  new york social  class  :  middle class  father  :  kwon min chan  michael miller mother  : yang soo young  laurel miller sibling(s)  : muse b, safe and sound  pet(s)  : lillian ( cat )  previous  relationship(s)  : tba.

SKILLS  &  ABILITIES

physical  strength  : weak  intelligence : walker is naturally bright and never really had to work hard to succeed  .   language(s)  spoken  :  english drive  :  no  ride  a  bicycle  :  yes  play  an  instrument  :   piano

PHYSICAL  APPEARANCE  &  CHARACTERISTICS  

eye  color  : dark brown  hair  color  : black  glasses  /  contacts  : doesn’t need them but will sometimes wear glasses without prescription for the aesthetic  height  :  5′10″  build  :  lean    habits  : can never fully be still

MANNERISMS

accent  :  american quirks  :  drums on everything using either his fingers, pencils, cutlery or anything that can remotely resembles drum sticks, hums all the time , can’t sit still  hobbies  : thrift shopping ,  he enjoys being outdoors  .  habits  :  will tug at his hair when he's nervous / anxious   ticks  : fidgets a lot  ,  rambles  fears  :  heights , being abandoned  positive  traits  :  friendly , charming , witty  negative  traits  :  anixious , perfectionistic to a fault

IMPORTANT  /  BACKGROUND

accidents  .  they happened to everyone  .  walker kwon grew up knowing that he was just that  .  an accident . born to parents who weren't ready for the role . the few memories from before landing in the home of the miller's still to this day have him waking in a cold sweat , as fragmented as they are. the sound of glass breaking causes him to shrink in on himself . yelling and fighting are often the cause of an anxiety attack that can only be calmed by the right voice singing the right tune .

walker couldn't remember the faces of the people that brought him into the world , only that they were not the same as the one's who had raised him . there was no resemblance between himself and the miller's . as a young boy it bothered him , he couldn't explain why he didn't have the same eyes as his mother or nose like his father . as a teenager it was a source of shame and kids were mean . now as a young adult he only wanted to make sure they never regretting their decision to raise him .

perhaps it was all of these factors that led to walker being the anxious child he was , always worried he could lose them all . his parents who weren't really his parents , his sibling who wasn't really his sibling at least not by blood -- but at the same time the person he loved most in the world . what if some day the people from his nightmares , his memories , came back for him ? what if someday the miller's decided they didn't want him either and sent him back ?

therapy started too late and was now working to not only help with childhood trauma but also get past all the walls he'd built for himself over the years . walker had a series of coping mechanisms he'd created on his own to make himself try and feel more secure . if he was perfect enough , always getting the top marks , involved in school sports , class president , never too loud , always polite , didn't show too much emotion , and never stepped out of line -- there would be no reason not to want him . maybe they could even love him .

HEADCANONS

carries a paper bag in his backpack at all times incase he hyperventilates. it's been known to happen at the worst times.

often found at the skatepark when he's not at college or work, throwing himself off the ramps on a small wooden board is one of the moments he feels carefree

stops to pet all the dogs

comes across as very uptight at first, rule follower and closed off, but will let you see glimpses of the real him the more you get to know him

wants everyone to like him

is annoyingly good at everything

if he is bad at something first try though he will never do it again

he can't cook so as if to prove the above point, he doesn't do it ever and would rather starve then attempt to make himself a meal or will walk an hour away to buy food

has a cat named lillian that he found abandoned on the way home from school one day and couldn't just leave behind... they had too much in common himself and the kitten

is taking business and art courses in college because he has a passion for drawing and is considering jobs in that field but wanted to please the miller's so went into the reliable choice of business

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SKZ CODE EP. 39 ♡ HYUNJIN