let me breathe

mxrtifero and I should still be okay, as far as I know! Nothing’s happened on this end. I still adore her to bits and pieces and she’s a lovely little dinosaur that I love writing with. Unfortunately, my activity has gotten a tad inconsistent because life happens. Aside from that, we live on completely different sides of the world, and so our schedules clash occasionally. And Lily and Yura are still very much into each other. We have a thread going on right now with them, if you still have a thing for the ship.

I highly encourage anyone to take whomever they want (but I’d really love if someone took Leo, as he’s been out of the game for a while--)

and uhm excuse me no it’S ALL YOU. I’LL FIGHT YOU. PUT EM UP. go love on them pls welcome them from their hiatus <3

      Easily, he follows the other on their little hunt for entertainment -- although, Jeonghan finds that the other is the one hunting and he’s just tagging along for scraps. Mark, he had said. He’s always been good at remembering names, and he’s sure he won’t be an exception. “Your favorite place, huh? Why’s that?” he asks, curiosity genuine in his tone as his hand slides along the railing of the stairs. Sure, there are plenty of guesses he could make, but he’d rather hear it from the man himself. “On you? That’s not necessary, Mark. I wouldn’t want you to lose part of your income just because I’ve no clue what I’m doing.” As they head deeper, he can hear the rumblings of the club he’d been talking about, and it makes Jeonghan smile just a little bit more.

      Gil only reaches to poke the other man’s forehead. Somewhere in that thick head, JR should know better than to think he’d just let him be. He’ll let him figure it out himself, though. Sanggil isn’t the type to push, after all. “We’ve got plenty to spare,” especially after Jimin and Kai’s little mummy escapade with the bandages, but that’s another story, “let me go grab the kit I’ve got stored in here.” The bowl is set aside for now in favor of heading to the restroom and bending over to check under the sink. Both he and Hamin had decided to keep some supplies in their apartments for immediate emergencies -- and he can always restock after JR’s taken care of.

      “Illusionists are very, very different from your magicians.” At least, most of the time. He’s come across a few magicians deciding they deserve the title, and charge twice the money because of it. He and Hamin have had a bit of fun raining on their parades before. With an arched brow and a slightly sucked in cheek, Sanggil tries to decide what all he wants to tell. “Yes,” he relents, “but only because that’s what I’m called for.” Hamin makes the big shows, Sanggil works more personally. That’s how it’s always been. “Depends on what I do, and if they see it coming. If it’s all specifics, it’s more likely the person I’m working with will be able to handle what’s happening around them. If I’m meant to make them squirm, for whatever reason, then that’s where it gets worse.”