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choric:

     “ That’s just common sense, really. ” He admonished, but wasn’t about to deny the offhanded compliment on own intelligence, because with the risk of sounding conceited he was well aware of the smarts he possessed. As he felt Minho practically flop against him the male switched phone to left hand, adjusting to the gentle weight on shoulder and letting arm fall near limp with the exception of fingers absentmindedly finding his friend’s. “ Okay? ” Soft inquiry, head turned to regard the other more out of habit but Noeul was met with a mess of hair, which in hindsight should have been expected. Nose wrinkled,“ You kinda stink. ”

     Hum was given in response, more thoughtful than confirming in nature as smile was slow to form once he detached from the article enough to actually process words spoken next to him.“ Well, it’s something we have yet to actually try out. with your experience and my smart, uh, everything we’d be terrific. ” He laughed at plan offered, not only because it was clearly doomed to fail from the start but also because it sounded vaguely familiar. “ We’re not going breaking bad with this. no meth. and we’d definitely need a proper place and a front for running that all like imagine a.. gallery. that’s perfect, I can sell my stuff too and you can lure in shady people in power and we got a budding monopoly going on! ”

     A foolproof plan. Exiting from the browser he still had open Noeul locked his phone before nudging the other on the side, playful grin making brief appearance, “ Lets go start on the first part on this grand plan. scouting. you hungry yet? ”

minho felt himself relaxing as noeul’s fingers found him. he hooked them together loosely, his grip too lax for their palms to be pressed together, but the warmth radiating from his skin was enough. a puff of air left his lips as noeul spoke. “yeah, i’m okay,” he assured. “i just don’t think i’m cut out for this whole... working thing. i don’t know. i’m good with people, so being a waiter seemed like a good option. maybe i should just start dealing again.” minho straightened and glared a bit. “it’s not like we have a shower room at work. you just have to deal with me and my stink.” he had half a mind to tug noeul in under his arm, press him to his apparently smelly chest. 

“but breaking bad is so cool,” minho whined. “you’d be walter, i’d be jesse. it fits so well it’s scary. i just won’t let you get shot and it’ll be great.” at the mention of a gallery, minho’s smile turned soft. he wanted noeul to be able to show off his work. he was talented, minho knew that as soon as they met. it was art that technically brought them together. “like i wouldn’t stick out like a sore thumb in a nice-ass gallery. you’d be all dressed up in your designer shit looking like a pretty boy, and i’d be in my ratty shoes and baggy clothes looking like i was gonna rob the place.” 

minho pushed off the wall and shoved his hands into his pocket. “i’m always hungry babe, you know that. can we go to that really gross chinese place? i want noodles.” he ran a hand through his messy hair, trying to flatten it out as best as possible. usually he’d head back home straight after work to shower off and climb into bed. but it’d been so long since he’d seen noeul, and he wasn’t going to miss an opportunity to see his best friend.

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alfiesms:

alfie peeks at the man from behind his book, eyebrows raising even higher at his disgruntled expression. his disgust for books is so appalling it’s almost funny. 

“basketball, gross.” alfie teases, biting back a smile. he sits properly, leaning against the desk, head propped against his palm. “computers are that way– i doubt you’ll be able to stream anything, though, our connection is shit.”

he lets out a smile, green eyes, dimples, and teeth. “if all else fails, there are gross books everywhere. no harm in giving that a try.”

minho laughed, slumping down into one of the chairs near the desk. “basketball is a fun passtime. better than football, where nothing ever happens and they’re constantly stopping.” his gaze trailed towards the computer as they’re pointed out, and he groaned in disappointment. “i should’ve known. libraries are really good for nothing.” at the mention of reading, minho pouted. “i haven’t read a book since middle school. why should i start now?”

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alfiesms:

alfie isn’t exactly the poster child for librarians, is the thing. 

and he knows he shouldn’t be propping his feet up on the table, especially since he’s been walking in the vaguely disgusting, recently rained-on ground mere moments ago, but. 

he’s incredibly hungover, and this book is getting really good, so leaning back on his chair and propping his feet up is the ideal position for days like this, really, and it would be extra great if the person before him would stop burning a hole into his profile, thanks.

“hey,” alfie raises an eyebrow. fuck. even that hurts. “are you here to borrow a book or something?”

minho had hoped he could sneak through the library unnoticed. who even went to libraries these days? no one was literate anymore. but he careful sneaking still went noticed, and he sighed, straightening towards the the man behind the desk. “no, i’m not borrowing a book. gross. i’m looking for wherever you keep your computers. my piece of shit laptop died on me and there’s a basketball game on right now that i really want to stream. why aren’t there any sports bars in this town?”

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jacisms:

        Jasper doubles over and laughs so hard his stomach aches. It’s a sight—-  Minho squealing in horror at the rush of oversized rats. “As long as you promise to scream like that again,” Jasper insists, wiping tears from his eyes, “Let me get that on video and I’ll do anything you want. We’d be on Ellen.” Now that Minho’s wasted all the bread and Jasper’s finished with his snacks, he’s itching to do anything that’s not sitting around squirrel watching, no matter how shrill Minho shrieks are. Chucking the styrofoam cup into the bin, he tucks his hands into his pockets and wanders off, whistling as he goes. The park’s empty, not surprising given the hour, and it’s quiet. Walking past the lonely basketball court, Jasper eyes the rotten netting dangling from the goal and asks over his shoulder, a bit distracted “What’s your plans for the squirrel army, anyway?” He looks back. “Taking over the nutcracker kingdom?” 

minho knew it was funny, watching a grown man freak out over such tiny little animals. he wanted to laugh himself. but he wasn’t going to give jasper that satisfaction. so, he frowned, his arms crossing over his chest. “i don’t know what you’re talking about. that was a manly warrior’s cry, not a scream.” his angry facade broke at the mention of ellen, and he couldn’t help but giggle as well. “do you think she’d give us money? ‘cause i will totally recreate what just happened on film if it means a couple thousand dollars in my bank account.” minho mourned the slushie that could have been as jasper threw his away, leaving him to trail after. “i was going to start a squirrel circus and make money on the side, teach ‘em to do stupid tricks and stuff. i’d call it squirrelworld or something.”

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mav-northcott:

“You respect yourself too much–Min. That’s practically saying it. You think you’re so slick.“ And Mav took his time sizing up that look Minho was throwing him, brown eyes blinking wide and subtly baring his neck. Mav dipped his head in to hum, “You’re focusing on the wrong part of that sentence.“ Words low and breath ghosting over the pulse point on Minho’s neck.

Then he let his friend go, fingers lax and letting the fabric slip free. “I’m hungry let’s go eat.“

“hm, practically isn’t actually though. and yes, i think i’m slick. and you think i’m cute.” minho felt his smirk grow as mav leaned in closer. he let out a happy hum, mav’s low voice and mouth close to his bare skin making a shiver run through his body. “i hear what i want to hear.” but then mav was puling back, and minho’s smirk melted into a pout. “you’re such a tease,” he whined. “you owe me lunch or something. now the mood is ruined.”

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choric:

     Time showed quarter past six on screen of phone, one he’d been fiddling for the best part of last ten minutes as Noeul waited for his friend to appear near the back alley of the diner. Any time now. Not that he was impatient in nature but he’s fairly sure Minho said he’d be out at six and the painter had taken into consideration it’d be a few minutes later he’d actually be able to walk out of the building, and s o m e h o w there had yet to be any sign, or message from the other. Wouldn’t surprise him much if the redhead got absorbed into chattering away with an unsuspecting co-worker. Or was in the toilet with a cock down his throat. Honestly either was a perfectly plausible scenario.

     In the middle of reading through an article about a conspiracy theory on one mattress firm engaging in money laundering a door somewhere to his right swung open, violently, but Noeul barely flinched and continued reading because now he’s just got to the good part. Footsteps vaguely register, familiar ( years of hearing the same pattern, weight of strides tended to make one attuned ) head half way straightening up yet gaze remained fixed on the small text as voice was raised enough for words to carry, “ You know, if I started a money laundering business I wouldn’t be so idiotic as to situate all my establishments on the same block– never mind street!! that’s just asking to get caught. ”

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minho was used to slow, boring days at the diner. he knew the regulars by now, getting their orders into the kitchen as soon as they walked into the door. there were worse jobs to have, and usually his flirty attitude meant more tips to keep him afloat. but today, for a reason minho didn’t even have time to stop and fathom, the little diner was packed for hours. they had to start a waitlist for tables. his patience was tested over and over, leaving minho feeling both physically and emotionally drained as things started to calm down. being a waiter was not supposed to be this hard. the food was cheap, the restaurant was small, and the locals were usually laidback. he should not feel like he had to split himself into four just to take care of everyone’s needs.

by the time he was allowed to clock-out, he was a mess. his hair was a red bird’s nest under his little paper work hat. his white uniform shirt was stained with spilled milkshakes and ketchup. his hands were sticky with dried soda. he felt gross and tired and he could not wait to get out and blow off steam with noeul. minho changed as quickly as he could, slipping into a loose tank and shorts, and tied his hair off of his forehead with a bandana instead of attempting to straighten it out. he knew he was late as he slipped into the back alley. his body instantly relaxed when he spotted his friend leaning against the wall. 

“that’s because you’re super smart,” noeul hummed, slumping against the wall next to the other man and leaning his head against his shoulder. he allowed himself to breathe, to let the tension slip away. once he felt settled he perked up and grinned. “are you trying to suggest we start a money laundering business. because we could totally run it out of my new place. nothing is more fun than crime in an rv. we could cook meth on the side too.”

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mav-northcott:

“Babe, huh.“ Mav cocks an eyebrow. He’s not used to cute epithets tossed his way. But Minho’s kept him on his feet since they met a few weeks ago. Mav is reckless, sure. But not “buy an RV to move out of his mom’s place and room with a tourist” reckless. Minho could talk somebody into walking off a cliff with that blast of sunshine personality and just–

“Fuck. Behave.“ And Mav snaps his hand back, hooking his fingers into the collar of Minho’s shirt and pulling–up and closer so he holds Minho’s attention. “You think you’re so cute you can do anything you want.”

“you’re focusing on the wrong part of that sentence,” minho replied with a smirk. oh, mav was so fun to flirt with. it was wrong in all of the right ways, him being minho’s roommate and someone who flashed with a sense of danger. minho really couldn’t help himself. “i would say something cheesy like make me, but i respect myself too much,” minho laughed. his breath did hitch though, when mav yanked him closer. he cocked his head, his eyes innocently wide. “are you saying i’m not cute?”

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jacisms:

        Jasper stares up at the sky and wonders how he got here—why he’s here, watching this bright-haired dude play with tree rats. “Whatever, Bread King. Just hurry up,” Jasper huffs impatiently, inspecting his slushie. He’ll be finished soon, and that just won’t do. “Sure, I’ll play the wailing widow. Put two coins over your eyes and burn you or something, like the viking you are.” Somehow … this isn’t the dumbest thing he’s done after-hours. Jasper isn’t sure how to feel about that. Jasper tucks the straw back between his teeth and nibbles, eyes carefully trained on the squirrels Minho’s inching towards when he gets an idea. Latching around the straw, he pulls up and that sharp, terrible grating noise slices through the quiet of the empty park, startling one of them into action—the squirrel jerks forward, skittering in surprise. 

“alright, fine, fine. you’re so impatient man, live a little.” minho’s grin widened at the beautiful image jasper painted. he could see it now, the camera angles, the dramatic filter over the film, the swell of the orchestra. it would be a death worthy of his dramatic life. “i wish i was a viking. everything would be so much easier if i could just pillage what i want and solve all of my problems with an axe.” minho’s attention turned back to the squirrels, as he picked off more and more crumbs to toss to them. he really should’ve known better than to turn his attention away from jasper. one second his little buddies were happy, scurrying over each other to find the biggest chunk. in the next, they charged forward, angry and startled at the noise of jasper’s slushie. minho shrieked and jumped back, ready to fight any aggressive rodent. but they all scurried away with a loud chatter, leaving minho to glare at jasper. “you owe me a squirrel army.”

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beaualex:

“Well hell if I know what those things eat, but aren’t squirrels, like, rabid?” Beau often made a habit to speak with confidence on subjects he knew little about, “I just don’t think they’re as easily controlled as like, dogs. Why are you trying to train squirrels anyway?”

“i don’t see them foaming at the mouth, so i don’t think so. you have to be worried about nocturnal animals out in the day, i think. like skunks and raccoons. squirrels are usually fine though.” minho pursed his lips. “i just figured anything could be trained with food.”

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j-a-e-kim:

“No. I mean–are teachers allowed to have Grindr profiles?“ Probably. It’s not like being a teacher meant a vow of celibacy. “Let’s do it. I’m pretty good at photography so I can take your pics. The not naked ones, I mean.” And there was something about Minho that just made Jae open up. He didn’t talk about this stuff with Nellie or Jasper.

“University was wild, man. As far as it goes? Breath play’s pretty tame.”

“are you a nun jae? yes you’re allowed to date, as long as it’s outside of the workplace.” minho clapped in excitement. “i’m sure you’ll capture all of my good sides. and don’t worry about the nude pictures. i’m sure noeul still has some sketches of when i modeled for that nude portraits class he went to.” minho giggled and linked his arm with jae’s. “you are full of surprises mr. art teacher.” 

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mav-northcott:

“So you think you’re a tough guy, huh?“ Mav stepped into Minho’s personal space, lifting a hand to pinch his friend on the nose. “When you posture like that? It’s cute. Like when kittens get all puffed up.”

“you’d be surprised babe,” minho smirked. his tongue poked through the little gap in his teeth, a reminder of just how tough he had to be, growing up. but it sent a pleasant thrill through minho’s skin that mac saw him as cute and not some scrapper. minho wrapped crooked fingers around mav’s wrist and nipped at his fingers. “meow.” 

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molincs:

   REMY STANDS STILL as requested, though he doesn’t really process WHY until he sees the squirrels, holding back a laugh at the sight. “you need one of those – clicker things that he has.” remy points out, head tilting slightly but still not moving. “if i move are they gonna try to kill me ? ‘cause i’ve got an acute fear of squirrels.” 

minho groaned at the mention of the clicker. how could he have forgotten such a crucial part to the plan? “you’re right, i do need a clicker. they’re not gonna learn how to do things without one.” he’d seen all sorts of animal trainers use clickers to reinforce good behavior. his squirrels would just go wild without one. ‘oh shit, really? hold on.” he stood up, squaring his shoulders and yelling as he stepped towards the squirrels menacingly, scaring off the group immediately. “there, the threat is gone.”

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j-a-e-kim:

“Okay, listen.“ And he sounded so much like his mom just then. Jae snapped his teeth together, keeping his mouth shut as he exhaled through his nose.

He tried again.

“Put that on your Grindr profile.” He set the donuts down on the grass a few feet away, taking a sip of the coffee. “You know my ex-girlfriend tried that on me once. She had it on so tight I almost passed out.”

minho giggled at jae’s tone of voice. maybe being an elementary school teacher really did turn him into a loving mother of twenty-five. “noeul won’t help me set up my grinder profile,” minho pouted. “do you have one? maybe we could be grinder friends.” minho’s eyebrows wiggled. “is my little jae into breath play? i didn’t know you were so kinky. now i really want you to get me a leash.”

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beaualex:

Beau sighed, as the little scene was taking place right in the way of where he was walking. “I think it’s going to take more than a few hamburger buns to control them,” Beau said, crossing his arms across his chest, thinking whether it was worth it to change his route or just wait.

“what else am i supposed to use? the diner doesn’t exactly have premium chestnuts just sitting around. it was either bread or nothing.” did squirrels even actually eat nuts, or was that a thing ice age made up for a gag? minho didn’t care, he was still hellbent on using whatever was at his disposal to amass his army. “if you’ve got something better, feel free to join in.”

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whats your favorite starter pokemon?

i never played pokemon as a kid. does pikachu count? was he a starter?

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what's one thing you couldn't live without?

probably noeul, since i’d whither away and starve without him. 

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What was your favorite subject in school?

this might be hard to believe, but i’m actually pretty good at math. it was the only subject i did well in, in high school.