Ask Kyorin's OCs!

Arthur gave a little sigh at the expression Marsh threw his way, his shoulders sagging as Arthur went on autopilot to pull his van around the shop parking lot and pressed a button to open one of the garage doors. A metallic finger tapped the steering wheel as he waited to pull the van into the shop and once he’d gotten the garage door shut, Arthur sagged against the back of his seat. After a moment, Arthur presses the buttons to unlock the door and window and looks to his passenger.

“Yeah, I know. Locking you in wasn’t the most elegant solution, but I’d rather you not turn into a smear on the highway.” Arthur sighed, opening the door and moving to get out. “We’ve got a first aid kit in the break room. Come on, I’ll show you. No cops, I promise.” The blond beckoned Marsh to follow and shut the driver side door.

Hands tucked into yellow jean pockets and Arthur waited for his new ‘friend’ to leave the vehicle and follow. Thankfully, they might be able to get away with only a few bandages and some anti-bacterial goo. Marsh didn’t seem too bad as far as injuries go, but there might be some sizeable cut hidden away.

“...”

...okay, maybe Arthur was right, and jumping out had probably been a bad idea, but in his defense, it had worked the first time! Pointedly ignoring that the chances of it working had been one-in-a-million, of course, with the other nine hundred ninety-nine-thousand nine hundred ninety-nine other possibilities ending with him smashed on the highway.

The other’s gesture indicated Marsh probably should follow, so the teen swung the passenger door open, gingerly stepped down, and examined himself. His legs were a little cramped from being crammed into the car for however long, but that wasn’t exactly an injury. 

On the other hand, there was glass embedded in the right shoulder of his jacket and his cape collar - and from the feel of it, some of it had punctured his skin. Undoubtedly there were fragments in his hair. He’d cut his face on the way out the shattered window, and his forehead - where he’d smashed it into the van’s dashboard - was probably going to bruise. 

the dog 

whether it’s the way you bare your teeth when backed in a corner, your loyalty, or your tendency to act on instinct, your reoccurring theme is the dog. like mitski said “i get mean when im nervous, like a bad dog” or how halsey said “i won’t smile but i’ll show you my teeth” even when migos said “dance with my dogs in the night time” the essence of the dog runs through you. you’re tough and a quick draw on the outside, but if we got down to it we’d see you’re acting the only way you’ve ever known how. 

it doesn’t make you bad, survival is natural, your loyalty and determination is commendable. i don’t blame you for the way you act when your back is against a wall, but please remember to not bite the hand that feeds.

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“GO TO BED YOU DUMBASS”

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOME??!”

What is this? A battle of who can yell the most pertinent question the loudest?