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embrues‌:

only a hum in reply with carefully measured look. DEEP down underneath the pent-up odium he’s collected for the past few y e a r s, it sprung forth. a RESTLESSNESS settling heavy on his shoulders more than ever, splashing about his eyes & r a t t l i n g that exhaustive cage of bones that’s trapped such a turbulent soul. PULL of an anchor tugging him down a pit he has the unnerving instinct he won’t relieve from. ( passing thought, ahreum might be just as tired as jitae with the state of things. ) ❝ you know what— there’s a woman out there who fucking E A T S bricks like potato chips, i can’t be sure about anything. i’d say she’s pretty monstrous, just hire her. ❞ something quizzical passing over his face. it might not be a SECRET anymore, another hyun in town & asking for jitae by name—- understandably NERVE-WRACKING. ❝ oh, i’m g r e a t. how’s stabbing people with needles going ? ❞

they both had their skeletons deep hidden in old closets, they both had reasons for why looking back is deeply not advised to their brethren ( too many the times in which the fear of being dragged back had twisted the artist’s stomach to the point of bleeding, ulcerous mess like he himself was ) who wanted to live as free as birds in the sky where. but they were not birds and he knew fate was going to give them the proverbial smack in the ass, he could feel it so deep in his dainty-looking bomes. “ look at me hiring her as a bodyguard and i think i’ll never get a nightmare again. ” the sharp chuckle and slight fondness on his gaze sign of a bond that still gave him some semblance of a heart, seeking for famly where family he couldn’t look for. “ it’s been as oddly satisfying as ever, but this time no ridiculous dick tattoos, sorry. ”

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     sudden craving for cupcakes carries the young man’s feet into the nearest supermarket. he whistles along to some radio song stuck in his head. probably one of those catchy tunes, but the lyrics didn’t quite make a big impact. jaejun picks up an apple on his way to the baking aisle. he tosses it up once, twice, before pale-rose lips bite into the fruit. yeah, he’s one to just pick up food and eat it while around the store. he’d pay for it. maybe. eyes glance down the aisles to double check which one to go down when he notices the smaller figure. immediately, it clicks as the tattoo artist. jaejun’s would visit the shop a few times debating ink, but mostly liking the neutral grounds.    “  hey, smalls,  ”    he teases lightly,    “  need a hand ?  ”

“ you need to thank this is a very crowded supermarket or i would have suplexed you for that, kid. where is the respect, huh. ” was he joking? was he not? for sure he knew younger teens nowadays had some bold bones matching the lack of filter connecting mouth and brain, and jaejun surely fit the example to a t ━tall and grinning and totally disrespecting the older ones who also happened to be a touch shorter than them. just like ahreum himself, whose lips were pulled in a thin line and eyes glared at the younger. “ i might need a hand but until you say sorry and address me as ‘hyung’, i am not going to accept your help. ”  okay now he was being dramatic, but he just wanted to be respected as a person for once.

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mvkieskara‌:

“Be careful with your words around fairies, I know, they’re natural tricksters and if you happen to owe them a favor you’re screwed. Sorry this damn autocorrect, I mean to say that I like spending time with you, please let me stay. I’ll bring snacks?”

“ thank god i only owe favors to my own ass since i work hard for anything i do, the. well, i guess i could let your ‘autocorrect’ error slip under the rug and restore your flawless dongsaeng act if you bring me honey butter chips and a bottle of coke, how about that? is it enough of a compromise for you? “

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embrues‌:

❝ that’s a long ass way of saying that it w a s but i’m impressed. ❞ he cannot blame ahreum for cutting to the chase, a trait he a d m i r e d in most & with malignant omen that was his presence, hardly UNWARRANTED. no way to be CERTAIN whether it’s poisonous irascibility or some kind of enjoyment that THRUMS through jitae’s deadened countenance now. ( the former had always been his signature, a trademark. ) ❝ you like the taste, using it as ink to spice shit up, really into taking tacky photos—- FUCK KNOWS. ❞ closed f i s t raised above his own head, macabre shadow that curls inky& malevolent on clear display across his knuckles before fingers splay out in a distinctive imaginary throw in tandem with his next words. ❝ i’d say just become the REASON people yeet, but that’s shit for business.❞

“ you know me, you always did. ” they shared a story and a misfortune together, they both were haunted by a past that didn’t want to let them go because it was either with them or dead ━ahreum wondering for how long they could keep themselves away from the ju jak before they’d just get tired of their ‘game’ and claim their heads back to the headquarters. somehow, he hoped it was as late as possible. “ why on earth would i want to drink ink, that’s in case i’m in a corner and i gotta die, dude ━and like you said, can’t become the monster here, even if i lowkey am. ” with a snort he leaned back against his chair, feeling the movement of its wheels dragging him a little back, arms crossed, a smile to the only person in his whole shitty life he could give a sliver of trust. “ it’s still been a while since your last visit ━━how are you, jitae? ”

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as much as he’d do that without any sense of remorse, he knew that suddenly jump or hop ontop of a supermarket shelf in order to get the things he needed was something extremely counter-productive. unless everybody started assuming he was some athlete, but he didn’t have the physique, and the tattoos were pretty much of a slap to whatever community guidelines the sports association had. and of course it was making reaching for the damn pancake mix even more of a quest than it was supposed to be. “ i’m starting to think this is a fuckin’ conspiracy against short people. ” he muttered inbetween his teeth, looking around to see how he could climb the shelf instead without possibly causing too much of a mess.

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mvkieskara‌:

“I expect them to not be liars and have some taste themselves, because me complimenting you is a part of life, and a wholesome and truthful thing. No, please let me stay, I’ll behave for the most part. I’m tiny I won’t survive the cold winter of death, I’m gay.”

“ but remember, the truth for a faerie is not the same as a truth for a human, that’s the loophole they use to trick your ass into submission. and no it’s not wholesome, it’s weird and it’s always sounding like you’re trying to get some free pass on something. like the one way ticket to the sidewalk. ”

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still got 3 free spots in the cap so if you want them starterz, get them now !

well since we started with the interactions, like this for a random one para starter, where acquaintance might or might not be assumed ( because wow i found out i hate plotting and would rather go casual and brainstorm over it m’lads ). the starters are currently capped to 7 for my mental sanity. 

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embrues‌:

none of jitae’s BRUSQUE demeanor could inhume the exhaustion of his soul, a sinking anchor to him in just s i m p l e existence here. ( he’s aware that he had OUTSTAYED  his UNISSUED welcome in near every household or business by now ! ) ❝ that really sounds fucking rehearsed, not here for any of that shit though. ❞ thin line between incredulous scoff & euphonic laughter, air rushed from the downward curl of his lips. he goes S T I L L & if not for levity that played in his eyes as he looked the artist over, it might be alarming that only motion was from obligation of breathing. ❝ three ? the fuck you drinking three coffees for ? ❞

“ or maybe  i just dealt with a lot to the point where i already know what’s going to be asked of me. to quote a friend, if you bring scissors i’ll show rock so you’ll know already you’ve lost the battle. ” still there was an amused smirk on grayscaled lips, the small figure resting nearby the reception desk, cautious in following any movement from the ( equally former ) ju jak companion. “ i need it in order to keep myself from yeeting away from people’s bullshit, of course, what were you thinking? ”

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btw  it’s time for me to log off so feel free to add me @ 1-800-AGUST-D#2465 if you wanna brainstorm or chitchat, it’s way easier to get me on discord rather than dms tbh

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@clairvoyanced​  ♥’d for a starter.

if there was something that still remained beyond the realm of humane ( and maybe magical too ) comprehension, that was the arcane language people at starbucks would use in order to write names and how they’d always be wrong as hell. especially when, right when he was sure his order was ready ━someone else seemed to be snagging it and getting away with it. “ oi, you━ ” probably not the best way to call someone, but alas ━it was his first coffee of the day and he really needed it. “ i’m pretty sure you got my order instead. ”

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mvkieskara‌:

“Listen, I only complain because the amount of cups of coffee you drink are higher than your glasses of water.” Mickie pointed out, sticking his tongue out at the other. All he wished was to help out his friend, someone whom most would think at first glance hated the young wizard, but they shared a unique relationship. “Okay I agree with you on that, but it doesn’t all have to be spite, you could sprinkle in a bit of disdain here and there. No, I’m here because I like spending time with you, I like your shop. The way you paint on people’s skin is beautiful, and I like being able to watch that kind of thing.”

“ the amount of coffee i drink is healthily directly proportioned to the amount of dones i’ve got in my bloodstream ━which you can tell are pretty high. it’s that sprinkle over the spite that disdain can’t quite offer, if you will. ” cue a snort from the artist, grayscale eyes on grayscale features for a moment before he rolled his eyes and twirled his pencil, an incomplete sketch still laying on his desk. “ now, thank you very much for such a chant of my artistry, but what’s with the backhanded compliment, you sly fox? what’s the favor you’re going to ask? ‘cause i can tell you’re gonna ask something. ”

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@embrues  ♥’d for a starter.

the other was still, somehow, a person he’d associate with a ‘family’ that only felt like a prison to himself ━to both of them━, a clear flinch in ahreum’s eyes as he saw the figure of jitae walking through the door, trying to still keep his expression as neutral as possible. “ if you’re here to get information or whatever, just so you know ━i most likely know less than you do and i am not interested in knowing more, thanks. ” better safe than sorry, he’d say. “ besides that, things could have been better and i’m still at my third coffee for the morning. ”

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mvkieskara‌:

“If they die because of that then maybe they’re the dumb ones after all. No, I think my taste is impeccable, but as always we’ll agree to disagree. Wow, you want to get close to my ass and get me wet? Never knew you were such a giver Ahreum, truly an amazing hunk of man right there.”

“ they’re faeries, not a fuckin’ forest elf, do you really expect them to be durable ━christ in a shitty straighjacket, with that one you’ve officially earned your way out of the shop,like, one way ticket to the sidewalk, chance of a lifetime. ”

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@bratbcys ♥’d for a starter.

what was with that kid, truly? the hands propped on the hipline and the pout that was supposed to give him a lolita-esque, baby-bratty attitude ( or whatever was the trend with some people, yikes ) was only pushing all the wrong buttons and have his nerves totally irked ━and he wasn’t sure what kind of nhumane force was keeping him from eyetwitching his way to the back door. god, if he couldn’t stand rich kids who got everything in their life. “ listen here, lo, when i say the shop only works on reservations, it means that no amount of money in your gucci will be big and convincing enough to make me work for you in this exact moment. clear that? ”

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@mvkieskara ♥’d for a starter.

“ you’re really a fool if you think coffee isn’t necessary to my survival. ” well, it wasn’t, but it also never sorted any kind of effect to him besides being strong in flavor and pleasing his palate.for the rest, it wasn’t making him hyper, nor giving him somnolence ━if he really wanted to get sleepy or eager to do anything, he could just go back to the ju jak and force himself to listen a sermon for more than three minutes. “ which is still much better than having me going on out of spite, trust me ━━so, are you here to just complain about my amount of cups? ”