HR3-1

The question posed is innocent at best, because the guy really has a… hm… a face that doesn’t seem to joke. Sure, his smile is handsome but his eyes are innocent  and oh, he’s Jongdae’s favorite type of victim. Er— person. Favorite type of person. To corrupt with greed lust and carnage and his eyes drop down to the other’s neck, wondering how quickly he could mark up that pale skin with his teeth. 

Haha woah Jongdae, bring it in.

While he was still processing the pros and cons, calculating what would be the best decision, the friendly stranger just poked in, making the decision for him instead. Of course, Junmyeon was not one to resist when the human tugging on his arm looked so visually appealing and very friendly and happy, of course he knew he had to be careful but it was not easy being careful when he had no idea what he was supposed to look out for. Surely, a person who smiled a lot could not be something he had to be careful around, could it? And the man, Jongdae, might be somewhat lonely, being here all by himself with no company, maybe he just wanted someone he could talk to. Even though the blonde was not sure if he was the right person to take on this task, it seemed the other was disagreeing with him there, guiding him in a strange way by the joint of his arm to the bar, just down the street.

Glancing sideways, he tries to get a good angle of Jongdaes face to be able to add it to his data, but the lightning is terrible and Junmyeon finds, that somehow he looks more appealing in person anyway. "My name is Junmyeon. I was just checking out the area since I have never been here before." Amazing, it was a hundred percent truthful answer for the first time this evening. It seemed they were making slow progress towards not making this end in an absolute disaster. Now Junmyeon just somehow had to sit through probably a long time of smalltalk, why had noone made a software yet how to effectively master this art?  Stopping in his tracks before the entrance to the bar, Junmyeon reached out his hand, gently pressing his fingertips to the skin of Jongdaes shoulder. "I have not met weird people here yet, but you should be careful too." Furrowing his brows for a moment, the artificial male's expression had something motherly caring, but then his lips parted into a smile again and the illusion was gone. 

But the smile gets thrown back to Jongdae and wowowIE ok this guy is giving Jongdae a run for his money. He’s never been twitterpated upon first meeting but there’s a first time for everything, right? Though when he makes eye contact with the stranger, there’s something… off. A twinkle in the other’s eyes that isn’t from the reflection of street lights. Huh. Hm. Huhm. 

There was a small possibility it would go well and he would not drag any unwanted attention towards himself, that little percentage voted affirmative by the part of him that was- and in that part he was more human than he realized- insanely curious. Just right now a change had opened up to him, to see the inside, the athmosphere of such an establishment and he had a good reason to go. Reason being that he did not want to upset the other by disregarding his friendly advice. Finally, Junmyeon shook his head, a few strands of hair sliding into his forehead, only to be neatly tucked away again so they would not constrain his field of vision. "I am not going anywhere, I don't usually drink so I don't think I am very welcome in these kind of establishments."

It’s not even nine p.m. and Jongdae is already pleasantly buzzed, happily traipsing around the streets. He’d started out at one bar and gotten quite a few (free) drinks from quite a few (handsy) strangers, and had happily left with an obnoxious laugh and a ‘toodle-loo!!’. The food stands had been hot and tasty and he’d flirted with a few vendors, bought a few girls some snacks. Generally he’s just having a good night. Having fun with anyone and everyone who will allow him to come their way— he’s on his way to a second bar, already too sober for his liking.

As he walks down the sidewalks, he passes someone and barely makes eye contact. But that brief second of locked gazes makes Jongdae put on the breaks, do an about-face, and start trailing after the other man. His hair is swept neatly yet artfully, and from the backside (what a backside) Jongdae can tell that those handsome features aren’t an accident.

This night, rather than the night before, was even noisier, waves of muffled music thumping against the audio detectors in his ears. There were bars, music, rustling of people but after the experience yesterday, he had come to get shy around places like this. He had no money, but apparently that was the most important thing in those industries, so he didn't really dare looking into any one of the dimly lit, yet very noisy bars. He just dared walking up and down the sidewalk, peeking into them and then vanishing for a while before he came back, wondering what the humans inside were doing. Some of the people from inside were coming out every now and then, passing by him as they left to other places. If Junmyeon was equipped with a sense of smell maybe he would have noticed the faint cloud of alcoholic fumes surrounding them, but fortunately- or unfortunately, he couldn't.