Ask Saeran and Ray!

Saeran scowls. “Nosy, aren’t you?”

He adjusts the cuffs of his pristine white shirt, his eyes never turning from you, relishing in how you squirm in the silent intensity.

“You want to know what I’d do with my toy?” he asks.

There’s no need for a reply. He wants you to fear him, and what better way than to reveal to you his darkness?

“Well …” he says quietly as he leans closer, “I’d quite like to tie up my toy. I’d like to see her powerless and squirming.”

His grin widens into something slightly more manic. He’s clearly taking pleasure in the terror he is inflicting upon you. His unpredictability scares you and he knows it.

“I’d like to see her eyes widen as she stares up at me in fear, seeing only me.”

He steps back, his shoulders relaxing once more, only the shadow of that smile lingering on his lips.

“If I tied up my toy, do you reckon that I’d be all she ever thinks about? Even if I’m not around?”

The question is rhetorical … you hope.

“I don’t know about her not doing something to my liking. Nothing she does is to my liking. But I might tie her up anyway, just to see her reaction.”

He licks his lips as they curl into a wolfish grin, and you step closer to the door.

“It wouldn’t be boring, I hope.”

Mod Lee: hello lovelies~ can i post very shitty doodles as answers, for now, because i’m losing the will to draw MysMes related stuff, as you can see from my absence... (っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っ 

i’ll still try my best to draw like my most recent work here but 

“M-me?”

The heat rises high on Ray’s cheekbones as he begins to chew nervously on the tip of his gloved finger.

“Well, I’ll admit that I’m more admirable than that redhead, the traitor, or any of the RFA. Jumin Han would probably be considered admirable if he didn’t have so much blind trust in V. It’s such a pity. As it is, he’s just a fool.”

His blush deepens to a flaming crimson.

“C-cute though? The cutest? Aren’t I ugly? Skinny and weak? Do you really think …?”

His sharp green eyes capture yours in a piercing gaze.

“You … you are very cute. And it’s admirable that you have come here to Magenta to embrace your darkness. Whatever qualities you see in me are much more prominent in you. You say you wish you could be like me, but you’re already so much better.”

He sighs, his eyes dropping as his shoulders slump.

“To think … someone like you would admire someone like me. You’re so bright like the sun, I can hardly look at you.”

Ray’s frown is deep as he stares at a spot on the floor, trying to focus on anything but you.

“Someone like you … you don’t belong here. You’re perfect … To me, you’re perfect. Darkness and light, you’ve lost yourself to neither side. You see the good in all my broken pieces. You have that much positivity. I don’t want to take that away. I don’t want you to lose what makes you so good and pure.”

You can see the way his Adam’s apple bobs up and down in his throat as he swallows back his tears.

“I’m hopeless, but your kind words. They make me wonder if I can really be better. I want to be everything you think I am.”

Ray smiles, finally returning your eye contact.

“Umm, one second, please…” Ray answers with a nervous smile, reaching into the pocket of his trousers and fishing out his phone. He grins at you as he tinkers with his device, gloved fingers tapping on the screen, the leather making a soft patting sound against the glass. Green eyes carefully take in the information he is presented with until his face suddenly beams bright red.

“Haaaaa~ What? Wh-why…”

Ray roughly shoves his phone away, missing his pants pocket three times in his mortal embarrassment.

“What kind of question…”

He takes a deep breath, trying to get back some of his lost composure.

“I’m innocent. I’m completely innocent. Even more so than that annoying blond.”

Ray fiddles with the cravat that suddenly seems too tight around his throat.

“I feel quite hot now. You got me a little flustered. I think I should go and take a cold shower, though I should probably ask my saviour if I can take a few extra minutes to cool myself off before I get back to work.”

He awkwardly fans his reddened face.

“I should see if I’m needed for anything else, too. Mint Eye has many important tasks. I can’t afford to put my own needs first. But I’m sure I can get a shower in a short while. Sorry. I… I have to go.”

Ray runs away.

Ray winces at the question, but his hesitation is short-lived, his green eyes sparkling with resolve and his chin lifted, ready to proudly defend the founder of Mint Eye.

“No. Of course not! The saviour lives to help others, not harm them! Every single person here in Magenta has the saviour to thank for their salvation. She has given all of the believers some purpose in their once miserable lives.”

But as quickly as it came, his gusto is swiftly lost; his shoulders curl inwards as his eyes cast themselves down.

“What happened to V… that was all brought on by him. He hurt my saviour with his lies, his betrayals. She was only acting in self-defence! She would never hurt anyone!”

Ray takes a seat, his small body exhausted by the sudden burst of energy, all drained out of him like the barren aftermath of an explosion.

“Saviour has always protected me. She has given me a reason to live; to exist. Without her, I’d be nothing but a worm crawling around in the dirt.”

He leans back, his frail chest wheezing quietly.

“Saviour is the only person who has ever really cared for me. Everyone else left me, got tired of my weakness. But Saviour gave me a task. She taught me everything I needed to know. She is the only one who has stayed by my side, even though I’m surely a disappointment to her.”

Ray glances across at his desk, seeing a shiny glass bottle, the liquid inside glistening a vibrant green. He sighs as he reaches for it, his hands trembling as he uncorks it.

“Saviour would never hurt me…” he says, gulping down the elixir.

“You should go. I… need to rest.”

Saeran spots a strange object on the security cameras; a strange, fuzzy blip.

Zoom and enhance…

IT’S A CAT!

It’s fine. It’s just a cat. Nothing that he should worry about.

Saeran gets back to work. His fingers working automatically, tapping at the keyboard in a constant rhythm.

His eyes, however, are continuously roaming toward the fat furball, fast asleep under a table in the hallway.

It looks soft.

But he has work to do.

Still, the cat keeps distracting him. He’d work more efficiently if he went to put it out, right?

Saeran stands, adjusting his jacket and huffing. What a pain~

He searches the corridor, making kissy noises to lure the feline out. Here kitty kitty~

It’s no longer there.

#$@&%!

Saeran’s hands ball into fists. What if another believer finds it first?

Cue montage of Saeran searching through all of Magenta for the furball

No luck. It’s gone. It’s probably for the best.

Saeran is in a dangerously bad mood as he stomps back to the information room. That redhead is gonna get it now!

He goes to take a seat back at his desk, but someone is curled up there already, purring softly.

Saeran’s eyes widen as he stares down in disbelief. How did it sneak past me?

He reaches out to pet it, and it gives a startled chirrup before allowing him to continue running his ringers over its floofy fur.

Saearan fights back a smile, picking the cat up and placing it on his lap.

His suit is going to be coated in cat fur.

He can get one of the believers to clean it though. It’s fine.

Saeran: I'd rather scoop a spoonful of ice cream from a huge tub than--

MC, from the other room: Saeran-nim, I just bought twin popsicles--