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“Deep breaths,” he reminds himself. Mentally, he counts to four while inhaling, then repeats the process on the exhale. “Surely this cannot be the strangest request she’s ever gotten... With some of the company she keeps I am positive other-- odd requests have come up.” Shiohn takes another step towards the cafe’s entrance before hastily turning around. 

“No, no, this is too strange.” He mutters, already walking back towards where he had parked his car. “She’d never agree to this, in any case. I should send her a message and cancel this meeting instead.”

TO: EDITH HONG [1:07PM] -- Edith, my apologies for the short notice, but I am unable to make it to our arranged meeting this afternoon. [1:07PM] -- I know I had previously stated I wished to ask you for a favour but it is nothing to worry about, I promise you. I shall deal with things on my own. [1:08PM] -- Again, please accept my apologies for cancelling our plans. I hope this endeavour did not put you out of your way.

☆   ╱         𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙉  𝙃𝙄𝙎  𝙏𝙊𝙉𝙀  of  voice  makes  her  smile  in  a  warm  manner,  even  though  he  probably  can’t  see  since  her  face  wasn’t  turned  to  him  at  that  moment.  shiohn  always  comes  with  great  questionaments  at  any  given  time,  and  she  finds  it  endearing,  really.  

she  doesn’t  even  realize  how  dumb  and  deafeated  she  probably  looks  right  at  that  moment.  ❝  i  just  forgot  my  keys  and  my  cigarettes  inside…  ❞  her  breath  fogs  the  glass,  to  which  she  takes  the  cue  to  draw  a  little  face  before  it  fades.  she  turns  to  him   ❝  i’m  simply  having  a  lazy  crisis  right  now.❞

closed starter for @ftmssingu !

perched on the bathroom countertop, smooth surface cool underneath him, june can’t help but stare at the man in front of him. admittedly, it usually takes some time for things to click in his head, especially with so many distractions (were bathrooms supposed to have this much counter space? it just all seemed so large) but the request was just so baffling.

flicking his hair away from his eyes with a small toss of his head, he gave a slow blink before opening his mouth. “so… let me see if i’ve got this right. you” he emphasized, “want me to bleach your hair?”

is this late again? yeah. is it as late as my first intro? nope ! so i’m counting this as a win in my mind ! fight me xoxo. as always, feel free to hop on over to discord and yell at me for plots at zavier#1358 ! now, without further ado, here’s an actually likeable character apparently, Shiohn Go.

?  ?  ?  WHOA  !  i've  always  seen  the  parallels  between  ( shiohn go ),  the  ( twenty-six )  year  old ( cismale )  and  ( calypso )  plus ,  they  look  just  like  ( park jaehyung ).  from  their  ( collection of sheet music ),  to  their  ( master’s degree ),  some  would  even  notice  how  their  ( aristocratic attitude, tendency to overthink, and conscientiousness )  connect  perfectly  !  i  don't  know  about  you  but  i  can't  wait  to  see  what  olympus  brings  to  ( him )   !

☆   ╱         𝙎𝙃𝙀  𝙒𝘼𝙎  𝘿𝙊𝙉𝙀  for  the  day.  lights  out,  sketch  books  packed,  cell  phone  battery  dead.  she  had  finally  organized  everything  in  order  to  leave  for  the  night  to  drink  her  so  expected  beer  of  the  day.  miso  wasn’t  tired,  but  she  was  annoyed  at  the  entire  day,  in  general.  lights  were  off,  she  was  out,  and  tapping  her  pockets  searching  for  the keys – and  they  weren’t  there.  leaning  her  forehead  against  the  window  door,  she  sighs  deeply,  looking  for  the  cigarette  pack  in  her  pocket;  making  her  notice  it  wasn’t  there,  either.  ❝  fucking  amazing.  ❞

His heart is pounding in his throat as he catches sight of Miso stepping out from the parlour. Of course, he knew this was coming -- had planned it this way, in fact. And sure, maybe it was a little weird that he knew her schedule well enough to know when she finished work for the day, but they were friends, right? And friends knew each other’s work schedules, surely. Miso wouldn’t find this strange, would she?

He hoped not.