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❀ *ﾟ kim hyojong ( dawn ). twenty-eight. cis male. he/him. homosexual pisces. ⇝ looks like jung ‘nico’ gi hun blew in four months ago and never left. they’ve proven themselves to be constant & honest, but being careless & troublesome is their downfall. it’s only fitting that house of memories by panic at the disco is playing when they leave their home in gargoyle garden apartments. rumor has it that they ran away from home when they were a teenager, wonder if that’s why the DJ at the coffin club moved out of their place in seoul, south korea.

trigger warnings: mental illness.

Letting out a laugh at his offer, Rowan replied, “Well, if you’re treating, then what the hell? I was actually about to head back home, but I could go for some dinner first.” The raven-haired girl had always been the kind of person that made friends easily just about anywhere she went, so she took this detour from her plans as a chance to make a new one. “I’m Rowan, by the way. I’m usually a lot more aware of my surroundings, but I’ll just go ahead and blame that on the excitement of the season,” she mused. After all, this was her favorite time of the year.

Though Nisa was much more content to stay inside her cozy little RV, she knew that it was probably a good idea to be social. These days, she was trying to do things that put her out of her comfort zone more and more and slowly but surely, it seemed to be working. Truthfully, she was hoping that she’d maybe meet someone at the carnival. Still, just getting out and seeing people was good enough for her. She was about to start walking towards the line for the Drop Zone when she felt someone collide into her. Sorry about that, I wasn’t paying attention. Shrugging, she gave him a small smile and said “You’re fine, no big deal.”

saria was conflicted about coming to the carnival. she liked the idea of it, but she was surrounded by kids and lights and music all day at work. regardless, she knew she needed to make more friends in town, so maybe this would be a good opportunity. after getting herself a red slushee she walked through the carnival, looking around at all of the rides. they intrigued her but maybe if she met up with someone or actually did make a friend she could go on. no one wanted to be the solo rider stuck next to someone random. the rides and games were much more exciting when you had someone to share the excitement with. just as she turned to find somewhere to sit, she felt someone bump into her. saria clutched her drink to her chest so it wouldn’t spill and looked at the other apologetically. “its okay, i wasn’t looking where i was going either.”

he’s all about enjoying himself, and having fun but he really needs to remember that he should be paying attention because there are kids everywhere. and the last thing he really wants is an angry parent on his ass about bumping into them. though when she says she wasn’t paying attention he’s gives her a polite smile because he thinks its the least he can do, considering he’s the one that bumped into her.  “sorry you didn’t spill that did you?” he asks motioning to her drink she was holding to her chest. “i can buy you a new one if it did.” he offers, he can tell from the top that it’s red so the last thing anybody needs is red dye staining their clothes and he offers her another smile. 

          not  exactly  ideal  circumstances,  y’know,  running  into  each  other  like  this  ;  when  your  boyfriend  (  boy  -  something,  like  a  boy  -  almost,  like  a  boy  -  sometimes  -  and  -  sometimes  -  not  )  meets  your  daughter,  you  kinda  expect  it  to  not  be  so  …  sudden.  it  sorta  tracks,  though,  ‘cause  nothing  in  dante’s  life  really  goes  according  to  plan.  “  i  got  a  skirt,  too,  but  we  can  talk  ‘bout  that  another  time.  you  look  good,  y’know.  ”  he  shifts  a  bit,  shifts  his  weight  from  one  foot  to  the  other  as  he  looks  to  the  young  girl  in  his  arms.  “  eugenia.  i’d  say  she’s  shy,  but  then  i’d  be  lyin’.  she’s  the  star’a  the  show  most’a  the  time.  and  she  got  tired’a  walkin’  before  we  even  made  it  very  far.  speakin’  of  walkin’,  uh  —  we  were  gonna  do  just  that,  ‘til  she  sees  somethin’  she  wants  to  do.  you  wanna  come  with  ?  if  you  aren’t  …  busy,  or  anything.  ”  

They had been wandering the fairgrounds for a little too long now and their feet were beginning to ache — nothing particular in mind for the evening and letting their daughter tow them here to there was exhaustive. Thankfully, Valerie had stepped up to plate and offered to take the girl for a while and the raven was in the midst of seeking out the nearest bench to plop themselves down into and take a refresher before they caught up with their roommate. Pulling out their phone with the intention to find the group chat for their roommates and text Lucy to query where the other mother was loitering, they scowled when they felt a presence smack into their torso, taking a step back instinctively to warily peer at their accoster who was quick to yelp an apology. Ivy was inherently inclined to believe that it was disingenuine and the bump was intentional — spending time in the cities where people would do just about anything shady they could get away with, especially to lift someone’s wallet out of their back pocket ( and they should know, reflecting on their brother’s kleptomaniac habits that translated into their destitute lifestyle ). Their sullen expression unshifting, they wrinkled their nose, recognizing him as the man that they had been spotting lurking around Dante’s. Of course, inquiring much into that had been similar to colliding with a brick wall — it wasn’t their business, but they were nosy if it meant upholding their child’s well-being from strangers. “Just watch where you’re going next time,” they brushed it off, pushing their hair away from their face and giving him a once-over, “Are you lost?”

          LISTEN,  LISTEN  —  he  is  a  father.  first  and  foremost,  he  is  a  father,  and  when  eugenia  insisted  on  him  dressing  up,  he  …  well,  he  agreed.  and  every  time  she  insists  on  participating  in  festivities,  he’s  gotta  wear  at  least  PART  of  the  tinkerbell  costume  (  at  least  this  evening,  she  was  satisfied  with  him  only  wearing  the  fairy  wings.  )  with  eugenia  on  his  hip  —  because  of  course,  she  got  tired  of  walking  halfway  across  the  grounds  —  dante  isn’t  paying  much  attention  to  anything  but  her  rambling  in  his  ear.  not  until  someone  collides  with  him,  and  he  holds  the  young  girl  a  little  closer  before  realizing  who  it  is.  a  grin  plays  at  his  lips  as  his  head  tilts.  “  that’s  alright,  ‘cause  you’re  cute.  imma  let  it  slide,  darlin’.  ”

Rowan was ambling around the carnival grounds, lamenting that the haunted house was still a days away from opening. She had already made her rounds through all of the games when she came with Adrian a few nights ago, and she and her sister had sampled nearly every treat for sale at the various food vendors during their trips to the carnival. She had just started to consider heading back to her apartment, content to salvage the rest of the night as a quiet night in, when she felt her shoulder collide with someone. “Oh, I’m sorry,” she also rushed to apologize. “I guess I wasn’t paying attention either. Maybe I need some dinner or something… You okay?”

Andrea had been at the carnival for a little while at that point,most of the time, the blonde was looking around at everybody else or wondering which ride she should go on. She had only been on one or two of the rides that night and knew she wanted to go on another before she headed home for the night. She was humming softly to herself when she felt somebody bumping into her, startling her just a little bit. “Oh no, you are alright, I was in my own little world. Are you alright?”

Almost immediately, she could see that the young man was full of energy, which she appreciated. When he inquired about caramel tarts, her eyes lit up and she smiled. After all, caramel iced coffee with caramel drizzle was her go-to coffee order. “No, I don’t think I’ve ever had those but they sound amazing. Do you know if they’re selling any of those today? Because I’d absolutely buy one–or a few,” she chuckled. She saw that he already had food in his hand but he was clearly planning on going back for more. “Honestly, all this food is to die for. I’d come here every day if I could.” Good thing the festival was only annual or she’d spend all her money here.