৲ ⋆ BAD HABIT 。

three things about myself

i look wayyyyy younger than my actual age. to the point where i always have to carry an id, just in case.

i can't look people in the eyes when talking to them. i start to tear up when i do. could be cause of my social anxiety but also its a habit to just look down when talking.

for most of his life ryu spent his days basically living in a pc bang, though he did have a home to go to, parents in such ; friends too but at the prime of his gaming career he decided to make the gaming place his second home. once his career soared he was able to make great income going into torments seasonally while also going to school simultaneously. his semi-permanent stay at the pc bang also helped the facility too , donating some cash to the owner to keep the place standing with new computers while the rest was applied to his studies , helping his parents out who struggled a bit to keep up with bills. every Friday night ryu would stop by after his university classes were over, taking his usual seat playing valorant a popular game that kept him on his toes. ryu had two popular games to play when he stopped by and would normally switch between the two.

like any gamer his voice would rise or fall ( depending on the situation ) never did he scream it was a peer peeve of his to deal with squeakers and screamers. he was so into the game, shooting his enemies as he went, fingers tapping aggressively against the keyboard while his other hand controlled the mouse, moving it quickly and in odd ways —- barely noticing others sitting next to him , he did from the corner of his eye noticing someone stare at him twice already. it didn’t annoy him but it did distract him, which made him lose. the third time is the charm as they say , the others gaze lingered on him for too long this time. “do I know you from somewhere ?”

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it’s an uncomfortable feeling that settles within him , he never did like attention on him. ace could only blame himself for making himself noticed. he should’ve kept to himself like he would normally do, but the male just seemed so familiar to him. as if he saw him before but couldn’t put his finger on it. his thoughts were cut short when the male spoke. ace could only give a small blink towards the question. it was really the question that he was suppose to be asking and not the other way around. “ do... i know you from somewhere? ” he asked the same question, curiosity laced in his tone before his gaze shifted over to the game that the male was playing. valorant a game that was growing in popularity -- he would know he would spend some nights playing the game himself crammed in his room.

“ by chance... ” he starts softly, looking back at the male. if he were to put two and two together he would make the assumption that the male could possibly be that gamer who was popular for playing the game. though, that wasn’t likely right ? why would he be in a place such as this when he could be in the comforts of his own home with the lastest equipment. not that the building didn’t have old equipment. he was quite impressed with the lastest software and models they had presented in the building. it must have cost a lot. “ are you that gamer, ryu? ”

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        “ don’t tell coach i’m eating this, ok?? it’s a cheat day. ”

myles told him that he needed sunlight after scaring the older male -- whom thought he was a ghost walking out of his room. though he refused multiple times on going out and letting the sun’s rays hit his skin, myles told it was more for his own health and that he really didn’t have a choice in the matter. so, now ace was out in the midst of the crowd, his long sleeve baggy shirt, black skinny jeans, combat boots and tossled hair. god, he didn’t know how to blend in with a crowd and his nervous movements made it no better as he would make sure to not have any accidental skin to skin contact with people walking the streets. why him ? as he continues his journey to nowhere, he stumbles across a pc bang which was probably his best bet of getting out of the public eye without having to go back to the house. 

he pays for the cost of a few hours -- he could always make up a story as to what he saw outside when he got back home. the area is pretty quiet from what he sees on the tv. few people on computers, tapping of keys on the keyboard, and lots of concentration -- added few bowls of ramen here and there. he takes his seat in front of a vacant computer and begins searching for something to play. his gaze slightly shifts to his left at the person next to him, and as it didn’t register as most people he looks at for a mere second don’t, when it did he looked over again a bit longer than last time. he looks for familiar... a thought to himself as he tries to focus back on the computer in front of him but the curiosity of wanting to know got the best of him and he found himself looking back over again. this time getting caught.

( ... )

“I got asked to come do a pick up. People looking to buy at a party downtown tonight, and well, I look the part best. Even scored a new outfit!” Cheap and cheerful, wide smile, to mirror and empty soul. “At least I know I’ll be BUSY TONIGHT, even if rain’s coming. What about you? Aren’t you all, like… too fancy for all this shit now?” the drawling trip of her tongue, the sharpened edges of her smile; “And is what you’re drinking any good? Can I have some?”

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he focuses his gaze upon the female before him. a pick up. he ponders over just what the job she dressed up nicely could be. drugs possibly? he could only put two and two together as best as he could, though curiosity piqued him greatly this wasn’t necessarily any of his business as he was only here for his own endevadors. 

tyler let’s the glass sit in the palm of his hand, a light grip surrounding the glass as his gaze moves to the contents within it. a small swirl of the nearly melted ice and the more than half of what was left he downs the rest, and with a smile he holds the glass up and looks at her. “ looks like the drink is all gone. though whiskey look like it would be too hard for you. i can get you a glass if you think you can handle it. ” he spoke, almost edging her own as if it was some sort of challenge to see if she was capable of handling the beverage. 

as he spoke, tyler kept a look out of his surroundings. though his syndicate mainly focused on more dangerous missions, boss man -- as he liked to call him, wanted to get his hands on a lesser  project. the male just so happened to be loaded with money -- money that was probably owed back to the syndicate. he wanted more intel on the man before making a hit on the target and  what better person to fit in within the party was tyler. he mostly liked attention out of all of the members and though he seemed unfit due to his carelessness, tyler happened to be the better one when it came to the gathering intellegence field. 

“ too fancy? i don’t think so, i feel like i fit in pretty well with the scene. besides, its been a good while since i last decided to go out and just have fun, you know? ” he spoke with a shrug of his shoulders before ordering the bartender to fix another glass for him and the miss besides him.  

her fingers cast a small flicker trying to perfect a spell she’d just learned from her trusty book. the girl didn’t have many friends, always misunderstood -- always outcasted. solely for what she was. was she truly at fault for being born to two that were sworn enemies ? no matter, she enjoyed her found talents they kept her occupied though she’d been warned many times to not do such in public settings. yet, here lacy was settling on an empty bench within the empty park with her legs stretched across the seating, mumuring the spell as she conjured up the forming object in mid-air. 

there was one thing she couldn’t seem to get right about this particular spell and it was the odor it gave off after the object burst. it wasn’t pleasant and she wasn’t sure for how long the lasting odor would be in affect if it were to burst on someone. 

ah.