JACKASS

[ squirt » 21:37 ] Is there any reason you look good today, Jeyun-ssi? [ squirt » 21:37 ] ^___^

( / taps on your shoulder in passing, hands retreating to himself in pretense of not having touched you at all. his phone’s shoved back into his pocket, no real urgency in needing to see your potential reply all nice and pretty on his lock screen. at the corner of his eye, the ceiling lamp flickers over your head, the latter sleek but not slick. it’s 9-something, yessir. close to 10. hoping you don’t mind that he’s only showing up now (smellin’ like a seven-course-meal haphazardly reduced to three-and-a-half merely due to survivors’ guilt, at that), he sighs and makes his way back to your side of the room, steps measured, careful, slow. ) 

( / smiles with the corners of his mouth pulled in, taking the liberty to perch himself on the edge of your workspace, arms crossed over his chest as he watches you in curiosity more than anything else, ^___^’ing out loud once he’s done giving you the nth once-over within the span of your ten minutes together. )

hello it’s ian again... with a man this time (not shocking if you know me)

i don’t have any plots or wanted connections save for corresponding canons but if you want something stupid hmu. like parent like son, i bring you... the ever so ridiculous knave. 

It’s just a beckoning beyond the scene. Comes with the job that isn’t too much of a job. People are still out in the blue night and I’m nothing short of honored to be one of them while it isn’t jet black. I’m scared about how I’m not scared when my steps are brisk and light towards the curb, headed for that luxury ride that no one questions is my own. Their eyes a bit harsh, themselves easier. (It really isn’t, by the way.) I don’t exactly walk straight, but no one cares. Do I want them to? Oh whatever, it’s your life versus mine. Good evening, it’s really chilly out so stay warm, plain old nothing all in passing. My words are faster than my fingers when they grip onto what is tangible and real. Not here, I think.

They’re already there.

“Give me a minute,” I say when the passenger door’s opened and closed in the same blink, in no real hurry to put on my seatbelt in the next. Musk is louder than dusk here, my anxiety somewhere in the middle when I scan the premises for someone who’s far more tired of this shit than those who work for the masterminds behind it all. It’s a trademark kind of exhausted, what with all things extravagant left and right not even allowed to ignite some kind of fire in that branded gaze. He doesn’t flinch. Just from the mere sight of his back, you would know. It’s almost boring if you ask me... but I won’t give him anything for it because he already does so much more than I do. Fucking PEMDAS? That kills me enough on its own, God damn.