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-A slight grin crossed his lips at the other’s reaction to the ruffle, gripping his bicep so he didn’t topple backwards..though the face he got made him chuckle.- Think about what you want. -He offered, moving to step to the side so he didn’t know Junsu over. Taking a few steps past him, he touched the older’s cheek as he passed him, placing the cigarette between his lips to light it, staying a decent distance from him.. Changmin knew how Junsu felt about his smoking habits, of course.-

(/his pout is even more evident, though his expression rather soft when the slightly cooler touch of Changmin's hand against his now flushed cheek somewhat lingers and he can't help but look away) ... Eun... (/his voice is quiet, feeling a little cold before he falls into a squat on his spot) ... (/he doesn't say anything, his actions rather absent as he somehow gathers up some snow from the ground, piling it up in a very messy and lumpy manner before he gathers up some rocks and twigs. There's another quirk on his lips, his hands very cold but he sticks on two skinny twigs against the lumpy pile of snow, then sticking on the rocks and pebbles into making a face on the said lump) Eun kyang kyang~

Satisfaction settled within the vixen when she heard him drop the formalities with her and try to get use to her. Watching his movements, she couldn’t help but get the vibe that he was a mysterious little thing. ‘wait.. whos even older?’ she thought to herself, but that question could always wit for some other time.  Raising her hand, she lightly waved off his words of gratitude that he told her, it was really no big deal. The flower knew how it felt to be new in this place- after all she was considered the new fresh meat before these new comers came into the picture. “It’s seriously okay, Junsu-ah~.” Honesty was  in her voice before her hands went to work on grabbing her things. “Yup, just let me get my things packed.” she told him, getting off the high chair that belonged to the oak table and reached out for her shoulder bag along with her sweater, placing the warm fabric over her body, she snuggled into it. “Nah, i like the den food. But i eat here to much.. I think some street food would do us some good.” Pushing her chair in, she then straightened herself out before walking beside the taller male. “well come on, Junsu-ah~. ” Beckoning him to follow, her legs began moving towards the direction of one of the exit’s that the Den’s had to offer.  She was already off of work, and hungry, might as well bring the new kid and kick their friendship up some more. “Holy fuck.” the curse words seeped out of her lips the exact moment the cold breeze hit her face when she opened the door to the outside world, causing the woman to chuckle. “Gotta hate and love winter. ” she sighed mostly to herself as she walked out, holding the door open. “Come on slow poke, i’m starving.”

And Junsu merely waited for her. Slipping off his own bar stool seat, the other merely grabbed his winter coat, along with a bright red colored scarf, which he had wrapped loosing around his neck in a casual manner, one end over his shoulder, while the other end had dangled a bit from his neck. Fixing the scarf so it didn’t feel like it was choking him, Junsu then raised his head, keeping his attention toward the smaller girl, who was gathering up the rest of her things, along with slipping on her sweater. It was going to be another cold night with a possible chance of snow, but suppose that wouldn’t bother the street vendors anyway. As he waited, his mind began to wander once again, memories from back then making him smile lightly… Though, those bad ones—The ones he wished to forget because of the hurt, it was a little harder than he originally thought. Biting his bottom lip, the male pushed those thoughts away for the time being as he looked up when he heard the woman call out to him a second time, looking a little lost for a second. It took him a few moments to realize what was going on and the male couldn’t help but make a noise. Ah, figures. Checking to make sure he had his phone, wallet and his keys, Junsu hurried to catch up with the other. The cold wasn’t too surprising, the male finding these times a little more refreshing. Perhaps it was because he was a winter child… But whatever it was, he enjoyed the cold rather than the hot summers. “Sorry…~” he apologized when he approached the girl and stepped beside her, “I’ve never really ventured around here… What’s good nearby?”

-Simply grunting in response—to both comments—he tipped his head at the kiss to his jaw, lifting his hand up to rest against the back of the man’s neck. Deciding to not push that subject further, he looked down to the smaller man properly, his expression softer than usual. Touching his hair, he ruffled the back slightly, taking a few steps forward—in turn making Junsu take a few steps back.- Outside. I need to smoke. Then.. I’m hungry. Are you?

(/makes a quiet noise when he success with the kiss, giving the younger another smile but can't help but squeak quietly when the other ruffles his hair from the back) ... Ya-yah... (/he pouts, a little happy that he didn't have his hair styled or else he'd probably be a little more irritated; however, that thought get pushed aside and he finds himself being pushed back, almost stumbling but manages to tighten his hold for a second to regain his bearings) Aigoo--I... I'm hungry! (/an automatic frown soon appears on his lips, but he doesn't say anything, planning to move away from the other while the other does so)

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-Keeping hold of him until his feet were on the floor, he splayed his fingers over his back, rubbing his palm over the length of his spine before trailing back up..then repeating the process when he felt his face press into his chest.- Sorry for what? -He finally asked, carefully resting his chin atop Junsu’s hair.- Better to think that and not get bitten than to trust and get bitten. -And as usual, Changmin didn’t quite see the silver lining.. just the dangers behind it.-

(/he awkwardly stands there, his head tipping downward as his eyes closed; arms tightening once more) ... Things. (/again, his words are muffled before he tips his head back up, looking up at the other from his spot) ... Still shouldn't assume that everyone's like that. If I kept thinking like that, I don't think I'd be here right now. (/offers up a small smile, leaning up and gingerly presses his lips against the other's lower jaw)