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Wasn’t there? Huh. (/pretends to be reflecting the matter) Well, I felt the need.

(`/he resists the urge to roll his eyes at him.) I'd rather that you don't call me by that, mister.

` ( new encounter ) — sunny&sungjong.

{/she began to walk and looked back to see if he was following. she had a smile on her face and she nodded her head} this way!

(`/he laughs softly.) Don't worry, I'm still here! (`/follows diligently behind her.) I won't leave you behind.

Sungjong's Selca ｡◕‿◕｡

(— leans on the counter, his free hand idly wiping down the already spotless counter as it had been a slow day and he had only made about three drinks or something + looks up and sees him walk in, nods casually at the order) coming right up. (— mocking cheerful voice before morosely going to make the drink)

...Well...thanks? (`/he rolls his eyes in slight annoyance, choosing to advert his attention to something less of a drag; he stares at the wide array of cakes behind the glass, a finger tracing around it before stopping on a cheesecake.) Oh, and a strawberry cheesecake too, please?

` ( new encounter ) — sunny&sungjong.

{/she nodded and smiled cutely at him} Yeah there is a garden, Ooo! the kitchen is always a good place to start {/she giggled and stuck her tongue out at him} Okay! lets go to the kitchen first and then the garden!

Sounds like a plan. (`/he chuckles, nodding a bit.) Those places are what I need to relax sometimes, y'know? (`/grins.) Lead the way!

★ artistic needs || sungjong & suzy

{‘looks up at him suspiciously as he thanks her; polite kid, she thinks to herself; well, perhaps kid was the wrong word, since he looked older than her} I see. {‘she mutters in response} Draw something and let me see then. I’ll let you know what I think. {‘she doesn’t really care how he draws; she just wants to get him to stop talking and draw}

Alright then. (`/he scuffles on over on a spot beside her that he could sit on, and pulling out the mechanical pencil from his back pocket, he begins to draw the large tree opposite him, which was ripe with fruit as it was harvesting season, apparently; though as he draws, he couldn't help but take little glances at her artwork; there was a feeling of familiarity; he didn't dare bring up the subject just yet though; maybe he was hallucinating or something.)

As you should be, and you, obviously.  I don’t see anyone else in this hallway, do you? (/glances around as if to solidify his point) Clearly I wasn’t calling myself one.

(`/his arms cross in front of his chest, huffing slightly; his eyes boring into the older male's.) That was uncalled for, no need to call me like that, hm?

Lee Sungjong, prettier than you since forever ヾ(´▽｀;)ゝ

★ artistic needs || sungjong & suzy

{‘glares at him before softening her expression ever so slightly; he seems harmless or maybe that was his cover; she still didn’t trust him; shrugs, continuing to draw; mutters} If you want. {‘still drawing, she continues to speak} So, you’re an artist?

Thank you. (`/he smiles at the girl, taking the place beside her; he flips open his own sketchpad, turning his head slightly to her direction at her question.) In fact, I am. Quite at amateur though, unlike you. (`/nods.)

` ( new encounter ) — sunny&sungjong.

{/she grinned and saluted back, playing along with him} Right! {she began to walk forward showing him around the place} Well where would you like to go first?

(`/he grins, rubbing his temple with his free hand.) Hm...is there a garden around here? Or maybe the kitchen, so I know where to raid for food. (`/laughs.) I kid.

(/he walks through the mansion, a bored expression on his face as he pay little attention to the voice on the other end of the phone, trying to sound intimidating in their threats) Lose the deal with Lotte? Tell them I don’t give a shit…oh wait I’m sure they’re hearing this for themselves. (/he doesn’t bother to continue listening, hitting the end button and shoving the device back in his pocket only to collide with a figure)  Watch where you’re going Princess.

(`/he was going to continue on his way as he apologized at the collision but he stops in his tracks at the mention of "princess"; he turns around to face the man, eyes narrowed.) Well, I'm sorry. ...Who are you calling a princess? (`/nevertheless, he continues to speak calmly.)