`we're all mad here

when changmin gives up on his life entirely |  ★~(◡△⊙✿)

she let out a small chuckle, thinking of how things used to be. he was so small when she died, barely making it to her waist and now he was as tall as the mysterious stranger that was in front of her……. or was in front of her. where did he go? casting one last glance behind her, she hurried after the man confused as he headed down a dark alley. where was he going? this was all so peculiar. he seemed so polished and refined and here he was, walking down a dark alley, looking as shady as the men who had killed her. she watched him, her eyes narrowing as he reached the dead end with purpose.

with another yawn (this time ending in a large groan), shim changmin lazily brought himself out of the comfort of his chair, and began to carelessly pick up a small collection of papers. somehow he seemed to make a bigger mess than before. "i'm too tired to do anything right now.." he muttered to no one. picking up a small bottle of-- whatever it was, changmin couldn't tell. the writing on the label having become faded, and let it roll across his desk without a thought.

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"soohyuk. always nice to see you." changmin gleamed, kicking back his feet as he sunk himself into the old chair; hands clasped together. although him and soohyuk went way back, changmin's way of speaking to him in this setting, never differed from anyone else. "how have you been, since we last spoke?"   

(` dark orbs dart up as he moves from his chair in a fast yet still somewhat graceful and haphazard way, following his movements until she feared he’d be dizzy and looked to the book case instead. ) Yeah, I can do that. (` there was a small moment where the same tingles ripped up her arm from the source in her palm as he touched her and she had to resist the urge to rub her hand furiously against her pants to get rid of it, moving from her seat and escaping to the confines of the bookshelf to let her eyes roam over it. Book….book…hm… (` apparently there was something he needed here that she was supposed to know? it was a bit pressuring before she finally settled on one of the larger tomes, stretching on her toes to get it as it was far above her head and approaching the other cautiously, holding it out like an offering ) Here you go?

(` stopped mid sentence to peer at the book she held to him. he frowned, eyes flickering in a light of confusion, later quickly turning into amusement. ) sarang, dear--- you don't remember what i'm working on? (` eyebrows knitted together, this time he took his time in studying her face. his sarang was intelligent, but the one in front of him had him figuring if she was playing a practical joke on him. the male shifted himself towards the bookcase, where she was a few moments ago, and trailed his long, thin fingers along the row of book spines; finally stopping on a old, thick book. it had seen better days.) this one--- (` breaks his smile to let a light chuckle pass his lips.) it doesn't matter though. i'm not bothered with work right now... how about we go for some tea?