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* MINI STARTER CALL (send a word for a starter) | accepting 

@emptyst​ said: ‘ trouble ’ for a worrisome starter

It was far too cold to be out, already the tips of his fingers were turning blue and had that faint zapping feeling of nerves that were falling asleep. In his hand, he had two cups of scorching hot coffee, but even that was doing very little to keep the oppressive cold at bay. He turned down another alley, toward the back corner of a set of buildings that could provide some shelter from the cold. Since he worked at the university’s counseling center, he knew first hand that a lot of people who fell on hard times gathered in that alleyway. It was secluded, cut off from most of the bad elements, and there was an off chance that the restaurant nearby would provide them with food at the end of the day.

Regardless of the benefits of that particular patch of the land, it was still cold. Brutally so. No one deserved to be out on a night like this one, and Minsu was determined to make sure Kota wasn’t. He had been worried about the other man since the first snow had started falling that morning, and that worry only increased as the blankets of white continued to fall.

kota had already resigned himself to a night of no sleep– of needing to get up and move ever hour or even every half hour to make sure that the snow doesn’t bury him and he doesn’t get hypothermia. there are some bills hidden away in his bag, enough to get him a hot drink at one or even two 24/7 coffee shops in the area, but they don’t usually let him stay more than an hour or two at most, so it isn’t foolproof. 

minsu showing up is unexpected, startling him as the boy is in the process of dusting snow off his clothing and meager possessions. blinking almost owlishly, hands reach reflexively to take the offered drink and the heat rush to his fingers is almost mind numbingly pleasant. cradling the coffee close, the offer comes as even more of a surprise.

while kota has made friends with some of the people who work in the area nearby, very rarely does anyone offer more than a bite to eat or a warm drink– there’s something too intimate, too invasive about bringing someone like him into their homes. he doesn’t know if they think he just won’t leave once he’s there or if he’ll steal their valuables to pawn off ( rather offensive, really, but he can’t blame them for being cautious ), either way the offer is almost never made.

“ oh – ” usually the idea of mooching off anyone puts a bad taste in his mouth and a bruise to his pride but kota can see the writing on the wall. a night like this could very easily kill him and he’s got too many things to do to freeze to death in a back alley.

𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫, 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞

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