B✰BBY

"Sort of-" Bobby nods as he tugs his bag strap up over his shoulder and trudges along deeper into the university building. "There is a sub-building off this one, then it's the basement levels in that building. Looks like you're going all the way to the bottom. Fits, right?" Casting a cheery, boyish grin back over his shoulder towards the other, he tussles a hand through messy hair. Something about the macabre location for their quest interests him a lot.

Seeing his half sister fuss, both about the non-existant weight of her petite little daughter, and the fingers threading through his hair for stability, Bobby merely chuckles softly with a wave of his hand. “Purple-” he repeats with a soft hum of approval and nods, “you know, I really like purple too! Lets get one, hm Minji?” He calls up to the little girl, happy to chat away, even if she didn’t reply or Ruyul felt the need to fill the silence and answer for her. 

With his hands holding her little ankles he moves over towards the stall and lets his eyes scan the balloons for a moment, before he spots one in royal purple foil, star shaped with ribbons at the tied end and a long string. Quickly catching the vendors attention he notions to it, and lets her go with one hand long enough to dig into his pocket and draw out his wallet. “Now what we’ll do it tie it around your wrist, so it doesn’t float away” he explains to the little girl and passes a note over to the man with a nod, before receiving the string and pulls it closer.  

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Leaning forward towards the reflective surface of the large catering boiler stood by the tea stand, Bobby looks back at the distorted reflection of himself and with his tongue lightly poking out past his lips, he runs fingers through his messy, unruly curled hair in an effort to try and straighten himself out. The bright yellow wrist band glowing in the sun, meant to identify him to his blind date. Now this was something outside of his comfort zone, and as he lifts his shoulders with a huff, he stands to inspect his outfit and wonders if he should have dressed... smarter? 

He’d opted for his usual jeans and tank top, jacket tied around his middle as the sun, true to the festival’s nature, beat down and left the island muggy and hot. “Oh god-” he mutters to himself, quickly lifting his arm with a sniff, suddenly paranoid that the three layers of deodorant he had applied in a stressed panic earlier in the morning wouldn’t service, before he huffs into his cupped hand to check his breath. No, this was silly! He’s fine...

starter for @mpruyul ft bobby, ruyul & minji

“Okay so, up we go! Ughhhn-!” With a fake exclamation of effort, Bobby, with his large hands on petite little sides, scoops the small girl up up and over his head, to rest on his shoulders. With her settled and little hands in his hair, his hands move to gently hold her ankles steady, feeling the trim of lace socks under his palms. “Wow, you’re heavier then you look! Eh Minji-ah?” He teases with a chuckle, before he starts off towards the busy throng of people, as they filter into the festival streets. He makes sure to cast a smile back towards his sister, before trudging on ahead. 

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“Why you little-” with a huff Bobby was ready to shift his weight behind a punch, before he feels an arm loop from his middle up across his chest, and he’s tugged back against a solid body. “You say that again to my face-!” He spits in anger, so enraged by the inference that he was some form of cast away demigod bastard that he was ready to kick and punch despite being held back by someone evidently strong enough to counter his flailing limbs and boiling anger. His own insecurities around his parentage only fuelling to worsen his rage. One simple comment and sideways glance and he’s spitting feathers and wriggling as they quickly retreat.

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Waggling the pen between his fingers, Bobby idly gazes down at the crossword puzzle, half filled with his scribbles, in the folded paper on his lap. It was hard, even he had registered that, but he was making his way through it. He’d found it in the waiting area of his father’s faculty at the university, some snobby student had discarded it as impossible. “Consisting of bone... seven letters” he mutters the clue to himself softly under his breath, before a smirk of achievement has him huffing softly. “Osseous!” He chimes happily, before beginning to scribble his answer in his left handed, messy sprawl. 

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“What the hell-” Bobby mutters to himself as he stares down into the dainty little tea cup clasped in his hands, eyeing the floating debris in his cup dubiously. He’d asked for the most popular thing on the menu, in an effort to try new things, but this just tasted like flowers in water and has his nose crinkle in distaste. This whole place was way out of his comfort zone. It smelt like potpourri and everything was so little and pretty!