empathies.

━  SHE GASPS AT LITTLE, putting her hand to her face. She did she get it wrong? Oh lord help her in this situation.  ❝ Ah I seem to have upset you? all these dates just end up terrible and you seem so keen to help me. ❞ She knew why they did but wouldn’t tell him that. He didn’t need to know her life was shortened by a whole lifespan by running away from men. ❝ Maybe it’s just me? Maybe I’m not girlfriend material?. ❞

                   “don’t worry. you’re not.” although phoebe didn’t want to play favorites with customers ( or performers ), she found the male’s demeanor a little odd and he intrigued her, which is why she paid him so much attention. “alright. chicken gyro it is. would you want some iced tea with that?”

               ❝ how do you try to see the bright side in bad situations? do you have any advice for people that might not be able see the silver lining so easily? ❞

a collaboration. frankly speaking, a youtube partnership was a foreign feat to the likes of ahn yunyeong. a lone wolf, especially during plans wholesomely unrelated towards his grandfather or the likes of yoori theatre, the request would have pitfalled had it not been salvaged by the persuasion of malachai. it would be great for your channel, yunyeong! he could still hear the younger’s voice echo within the shell of his ear, all you do is post cooking videos, anyway. this would be a great change of pace– and maybe you’ll get more subscribers, yeah? a proclamation to which yunyeong had countered with, what’s wrong with cooking videos? 

still, doubts and a stubborn streak of reclusion aside, there had to be some potential within the collaboration if it had been enough to make yunyeong get out of bed during one of his off days. a bottle of hairspray on hand and an improvised melody hummed through pink lips, it was the sudden ding! from his phone that made the brunet aware that he was seconds away from being tardy and, likewise, that it was perhaps time to stop dolling himself up in order to actually get to the destination planned (which, luckily, was just a shy away from his grandfather’s confectionary shop). 

                       ✉ ➝  hey.                      ✉ ➝  an americanos fine. almost there                      ✉ ➝  say, what was this grand ol idea that you had again?

        Gidae loved being a life style vlogger. He got to share his every day adventures with everyone he knew, and it was a great way to make friends. His videos ranged from a bunch of different things, never sticking to one topic, because Gidae wasn’t that type of person. He loved the thrill of new things, he loved learning and he loved soaking in new information. He also loved reaching out and making new friends. His friends, the other empathy demons, were constantly in and out of his videos, so many guest appearances his followers often asked how they were doing especially Gotong. 

            ( out going message ) one americano it is !!            ( out going message )  oh i just thought it’d be a lot of fun to do a collab maybe!!             ( out going message ) i’m a life style vlogger and i love incorporating others into my videos!!             ( out going message ) its a great way to make friends uvu.            ( out going message ) and i’m a horrible cook so maybe it’ll be fun to teach me! a guest on your show !! 

     the male is eyeing the other carefully dark orbs on them. “you can’t just show up here like this.” pulling them into his apartment. “what if someone saw you and random stories that aren’t true come out.” xiaolin always avoided drama. he prides himself on being able to keep a low profile. “you should have called med.” xiaolin despite complaining is happy to see the other. @evpaths

                   “please, you’re a customer. i could never think of you that way.” phoebe leans down, voice low suddenly. “but between you and me, there are a few customers that i wish wouldn’t come around.” standing upright once again, she looks at him expectantly. “so what’ll you be having?”

    A classic case of misunderstanding. The last thing Galahad is is a “bad boy”. He snorts, a little ungraceful, before he points at the pouch hanging from his belt. “Not like that. I just need a nice background for pictures.” And some privacy for his make-up. His face isn’t anywhere near done, and doing it at the park where everyone will inevitably stare isn’t his cup of tea. “Instagram, you know. Nothing nicer than an industrial setting paired with a pretty face.” His followers, at least, eat it up.

“yes sure.” nayeon’s smile spread a little wider, a little more sincerity in it as she took a strawberry gum that he offered. her favourite at that. “thank you very much.” she said before popping the gum in her mouth. “what did i do to deserve you being all that nice to me?” nayeon questioned while tilting her head to the side slightly in confusion.

    He feels a tickle against his face for a moment, and he tries to swat it away briefly before it returns again. Slowly, eyes open to take in the sight of Gidae’s pet, a soft smile growing upon his lips. While Oliver would have preferred to be woken up by the other instead, there’s still this remaining glow of a first night spend together. Slowly, he climbs out of bed, bare feet padding against the floor. It’s when he opens the door that he is greeted by the scent of freshly cooked breakfast, his smile only growing as he approaches the other. “Hmm, is this all for me?” He questions, arms wrapping around the other’s body, bare chest pressed against Gidae’s back.

━  TILTING HER HEAD, at the answers he was giving her.   ❝ Maybe I shouldn’t get a bodyguard if I end up marrying him…that won’t be love will it? ❞ Ultimately she was curious to why people would do that. Meishi had no idea about love but she had an ideal, someone who cares and will protect from the people who want to use her.

                    considering the way the other’s dressed  ,   the tired look painted o’er young looking features   ;    ahnjong expects him to come from somewhere important.  then again ,  the restaurant was always bustling about with different folks from all o’er.   it’s the invite to sit with him that makes a brow arch momentarily   ;    gaze flickering up from the counters he’s currently cleaning  ,    as if searching for some sort of joke  ,   &   is a bit puzzled when he comes up empty.    ‘   … y’  weird.  ’    a low mutter ,  though regardless , he tosses his rag o’er his shoulder & sniffs.  ‘    choose somethin’ first.  don’t get too head of y’self.   ’