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Lincoln generally didn’t mind interacting with new people ( he had gotten way more comfortable and confident the past few months ), but this was different, mostly because the person standing in his apartment wasn’t a stranger, completely. It was a confusing middle ground he wasn’t sure how to react to. So instead of being chatty, he stayed quiet.

Or at least, the plan was to stay quiet. He’d just been nodding and making a note of what the other was saying before Kahlo’s actions caught him off guard and he was left in stunned silence; was he supposed to reprimand the kitten? That didn’t seem like the right thing to do, and she probably had no idea what she’d done ‘wrong’ anyway.

But that didn’t mean that Lincoln had to keep a straight face. He ended up laughing loudly against the back of his hand, turning away as if that would actually somehow hide his amusement. “Oh my god.. I’m sorry for laughing. That was just so fucking random– holy shit..” Once he had a minute, he took a deep breath and looked back to Nico as if nothing had happened, trying to put his poker face back on. “So uh.. You said fifteen minutes?”

“.. Yup.” At least he was entertaining? Nico found it funny too, but he was more happy that it helped break some of the tension. He broke out into a grin and started petting the cat again. “At least 15 minutes a day! They get bored too. She got playful really fast so I don’t think she’s sick. She wouldn’t feel like moving at all or be really uncomfortable with me moving her around. I can always refer you to someone though if she doesn’t get better. But I’m sure she’ll be fine.”

He gently set Kahlo down on the ground and nodded. “She’s cute, by the way.” But what cat wasn’t cute? Afterwards, he put his hands in his pockets and looked at Lincoln. “Alsoooo...” Determination to keep away more uncomfortable silence was his motivation. “Could we re-do introductions?”

      Honestly. Just because his roommate was impregnating half of Seoul didn’t mean Christian could do whatever he wanted in the apartment. He was about to say that. Didn’t quite get the chance to though. “… What?” Oh jeez. He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed as he tried again not to smile. What the hell? The world really was against him today. “Your faces makes my eyes burn, Nico. Don’t insult the dog like that.”

      But he’d feel bad for the dog if she had to be carted around. Carried off from place to place. Maybe she could stay. For a day. Just a little until somewhere else was found. “The most I can do is a day… One day! You have to figure out what to do after that. I have work the day after tomorrow. I am not going to call in so I can dog-sit.”

Nico knew he was going to win before it became obvious the last few seconds. “One day!” he agreed with an enthusiastic nod. “And today doesn’t count because it’s past business hours. That means all of tomorrow, and I can pick her up the morning after.” Negotiating might as well be rushed since there was only a narrow window for it. “I swear I’ll pick her up before you go to work. I should find someone else by then.”

♡ ▸▸▸       “I know but…“ She had no excuse, really. Dogs always frightened her, anyways. The rational thinking of handling this situation ( or any other, in which a dog was included ), had failed her. Breathing a sigh of relief, she had stopped just behind the man, to catch her breath from all the running she had done. It was for a split moment that she lost balance and almost faceplanted on the ground, but fortunately she managed to not. It was going to be rather embarrassing if it happened, wouldn’t it? “Ah, it’s okay – I’m okay!“ She exclaimed and took a few steps back, just in case, hoping that the monster will soon give up on them and run off to find another target to chase after. She was planning to properly thank the hero who had saved her.

It’s on the tip of his tongue ‘no, but I kiss your mom’s’ but he’s not looking to piss this guy off any further. He doesn’t spend enough time with his mom to for her to hear how her only son is a piece of shit. They do talk daily on the phone, minimum of twenty minutes but he censors himself considerably, he doesn’t need a lecture so he keeps his toes straight. “Tell me.. you think I could have a successful radio show? I have a nice voice, my face is made for the big screen but I wouldn’t mind having a podcast or something.”

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“What? Like she’s on the rag or some shit? Not my fault, give that bitch some chocolate and tell her to chill the fuck out –” he wasn’t supposed to be affected. He’s not but sometimes it’s annoying how everyone is so Woke ™ now when no one can truly be self-aware and politically correct all the time. Don’t get they get tired of always being so careful? Che talks without thought ninety percent of the time, he starts a spiel and goes with the flow. He doesn’t have to think ‘hmm maybe this is probably fucked up –’ he’d rather own up to his shit than put up some holier than you act. “Enough about that –”

“I spent like three hours sorting through old records my boss ordered on ebay,” sungja sighed, stabbing a piece of meat with a chopstick. “Half of them were broken, and he wonders why the store’s in trouble when he buys shit like that.” After shoving food in her mouth and chewing thoughtfully, she flashed him a mischievous smile, “think anyone’d notice if I got rid of him and took over? He’s never around anyway.”

Despite the impression a head of hair as vibrant as hers may give a total stranger, the alien certainly wasn’t the assertive or bold type. Initiating conversation took a decent chunk of courage on her part, and luckily he seemed to reciprocate her well-intended efforts by humoring her with an amiable response. “Maybe,” she admitted, dipping her head shyly as she reached for her iced coffee. Expecting that to be the end of their conversation, she perked up a bit in surprise when he continued.

At first, Lucy just bobbed her head at the explanation. Certainly everyone had those days every so often, right? Stuck and lost, though. Those were a couple of things the stranded alien could understand a little too well. “Ah, I see,” she nodded, thoughtful gleam in her eye as she composed her thoughts with a brief glance around. It was cute–this cafe. It had a rustic charm to it with distressed, wooden panels along the walls. A little dark, a little worn, but warm. “Maybe being stuck or lost helps you look for where you want to be? Or, at least the very least, you know that something isn’t working.”

“That leaves a lot of places to look.” He placed an elbow on his table and cocked his head to the side. “But I guess that’s a new way to think about it.” There was an immediate curiosity on whether or the stranger knew what she was talking about: either answer was interesting to think about. She could relate, or she didn’t and was lucky enough to know where she was going in life. At least that’s how he saw it.

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      “I’m not worried about your behavior.“ Was he really talking to the dog? Just for a sec. To make a point. “I’m worried about your caretaker’s. And his hoarding problem.” Christian didn’t want to budge on this. Didn’t want to give in for the 1,000th time. He already knew where this would lead to. He’d up with a village in his apartment in no time. Just like before.

      “Why not move into a building where they actually allow pets?” Nope. No giving in. He crossed his arms. Raised an eyebrow. Kept a straight face. “My roommate is going to wonder why there is a random dog in the apartment.” Eyes turned towards said dog. Bad idea. Definitely a bad idea. It was staring up at him now and goddammit. He had to fight the urge to smile. “…” It wasn’t fair. But again? Stay strong. “I’m also too busy to be taking her out for a walk every day. Or watching her in general.” Good excuses, right?

      “And I…” Nevermind. Excuses were running out. “Just no.”

“Hoarding!? Dai, as if!” Nico let go of the dog’s paw so he could wave Christian away instead with a shoo’ing motion. “I don’t hoard, I house. There’s a big difference: it’s not like I’m collecting animals to keep in my basement. I’d buy a huge house to foster them all if I could!” The obvious problem was a lack of money, both for the rent of a nicer place and all the pet deposits that’d be necessary. “It’s a week. Can’t your roommate help?”

He resumed petting the dog’s head as he spoke with a scoff at the edge of his words. “Or, didn’t you tell me he’s always out picking up women anyway? I don’t think he’ll notice Sunja laying around. She doesn’t take a lot to take care of... Plus how can you pick him over this cute l’il angel?” Nico went silent before he grinned.

“If ‘i’m sorry’ was always enough there would be no police. Watch where you are going.” Yoona says angrily and glares at him. “Look what you did to my shoes! I broke the heel because of you!”

Well, then. Lincoln hid the fact he was a little off-put when Kahlo was suddenly taken from him, instead crossing his arms and watching as she interacted with the other; he didn’t think anything would happen, but he was protective nonetheless.

“Every once in a while? It’s not like she’s got a play schedule or anything.” Should she? He wasn’t aware of anything like that being necessary ( he knew dogs needed a thirty minute walk every day, but was there certain requirements for felines, too? that sounded bizarre ). “Nah, it’s fine, you’re the expert or whatever so go ahead and do your thing.” The brunet waved it off, not wanting to make a deal about a little bit of annoyance.

It was only at the words ‘I’ve heard a lot about you’ that he looked up, not sure how he should react to something like that. “Oh, uhm.. Nice to meet you? I’m Lincoln.” Believe it or not, being called out on being awkward, only made him feel even more awkward, and there was now a vague feeling of jealousy at the statement. “Yeah.. So, back to Kahlo?”

The realization he had actually made things worse made his smile fade. Here he was trying to be friendly, but he was running into a barrier: most people eased up after he offered the olive branch. The rejection made him retreat and go strictly professional.

“Something like that. At least 15 minutes a day should be the minimum. I don’t see anything immediately wrong so she could just be bored if she doesn’t have anything to do.” Nico turned his attention to said cat, lightly scratching behind her ear. The great thing about animals was they didn’t create awkward tension or care about it.

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One would think that being blatantly and unabashedly stared at nearly every moment of her time spent out in public would’ve taught the fiery-haired girl not to do the same to others. She didn’t think it was that obvious, but clearly her curious glances at the stranger seated nearby must’ve been pretty noticeable. Her bright head automatically dipped in apology before the accompanying words softly escaped full lips, “I’m sorry.” Only after an awkward moment had passed did she realize that this man had spoken to her without even the slightest hint of an accent. Now she couldn’t help but be even more intrigued than before.

Swallowing hard against the frog bobbing in her timid throat, Lucy braved an attempt at further conversation, “Do you..maybe want to talk about it?” Her face warmed several shades nearly as quickly as the question was asked. “I mean, I’ve heard that it helps to get it out sometimes, but ah–I understand if you’d rather be left alone.”

It was one thing to be used to looks, but he could do without it right now. The woman was at least kind enough to apologize and that brought down his defensiveness. Most acted like nothing happened. “Yeah.” But it was Nico’s turn to stare now since he hadn’t noticed her before. How did that even happen? Her locks were easily spotted in a crowd.

But it was also his turn to get caught. “What?” It was an automatic response since he actually heard her perfectly. He seemed to gain some energy as his tired expression brightened a little with a smile. “Don’t you think that’s bold to ask a total stranger?”

                   It wasn’t common, but it was considerate: he could appreciate it.

“are you a weak drinker?” nami asked him as she raised her brows in surprise and took one more long sip of her drink. “i don’t really get drunk easily. tequilla is like tea for me.” she said putting the glass down and turned to look at him. “and i’m not someone who loses her balance either.” she added with a wide smirk on her lips.