Wanderlust

He noticed the young man who was viewing the antique items from afar. The male seemed to be interested but also not going to enter any time soon. Not that he’s complaining, for he knew that sometimes people would rather look than buy. It didn’t take too long for the other to notice his gaze and start a conversation. He tilt his head to the side slightly with a single eyebrow raised “No—but then again I was never the sort to care much about phrases.”

It took another moment for him to realize what the stranger was insinuating before he blinked slowly and nodded in understanding “Ah, well, I’m glad you cared enough to not enter then.”

But he also realized that it was going to rain soon. Like, very soon. And unfortunately, he gave away his friend to another friendly customer before the man in front had came into the scene. Then again, some people liked their rain. “Ah, do you like heavy rains, though? Because the weather’s heading to that direction in six minutes and I already handed my umbrella to another. If you don’t want to drench yourself you can enter. I can let you stay in the staff’s room so you don’t have to worry much about wrecking the place.”

Wow, that was a lot of words in one go. But as long as he got his message through one way or another it was fine.

“I seem to have an affinity for tripping over nothing.” He admits with a crooked smile. “Your shop looks delicate, pretty, and most importantly expensive.” He snorts softly. “Tripping over nothing in your store, seems like a big payday for you and a sad day for my wallet.” He chuckles softly at his own words. 

“Heavy rain?” He asks blinking softly unsure where the other pulled that from. Oh. Glancing up at the sky he scowls a little bit. He was not prepared for any rain at all. Sighing heavily he shakes his head. “I probably should have looked the forecast before I left huh?” He asks the other before giving them a thankful look. The shop owner seemed rather nice, giving his umbrella to a stranger, offering his shop as a sanctuary from the rain, risking his items on the way to the staff room. “Are you sure you don’t mind?” He didn’t want to intrude or cause too much trouble. 

<blockquote>❝ Hmmmm? ❞ Daesoo hummed when he heard a voice. It had snapped him from his study and back to reality. He looked up to find a very tall male who appeared to be speaking to him. He smilled and nodded, reaching into his pencilcase. He pulled out a pen and held it out to the male. ❝ It’s fine. I have plenty so if you want you are welcome to steal, ❞ he chuckled.</blockquote>

Insoo only snorts at the comments, spinning the pen in his hand as he had been doing before. There wasn’t an exact plan in his head though he never really planned out anything. Just going with the flow of whatever he wanted to do. Yes. Sometimes his pranks were.. over the top and had people injured. But where was the fun in basic boring pranks? Glancing up at the other, he just gives a small shrug. “Depends. Want someone dead or alive after the prank?” It’s meant to be a joke but he doesn’t laugh after, just giving the other male an amused expression.

Dying his hair purple had been one of his impromptu decisions that had his soul-cousin giving him the stink eye—mostly because he forced him to accompany him to the place. He was an ungrateful brat in his opinion considering he bought him dinner afterwards but teenagers will be teenagers. He’d been on the way to his next class when someone had walked beside him and complimented his hair. “Thanks!”, he said, a smile adorning his face. He could feel his eyes turning hazel and during these times, Shin wondered if he could talk to someone without unconsciously turning on his powers. “What other colours have you tried? And purple’s a little hard to maintain but it’s cool.”

“Coffee IVs?” Kov snorts. The idea of getting caffeine in one’s system through the veins makes him laugh, however, he shrugged his shoulders as an answer, to be honest, quite expectant of the other’s future actions. “That’s something that it’d be interesting to try. Are you going to take one for the team? I’ll get the needle if you need me to” the male replies, amused, arms crossing over his chest.

Raising an eyebrow when the hears that the stranger is all gung ho for his coffee IV idea he lets out a small snort. “You’d also need a bag of coffee and a tube connecting the bag with the needle, you got that too?” He asks jokingly before sitting back up and rubbing his eyes. “I’d rather test that whole cardiac arrest theory on someone else rather than myself. Not someone else...Maybe a rat...They still use rats for medical studies right? Or maybe I should just ask Google what would happen if I had an IV of coffee.” He says before stretching. 

Omg-- I owe like so many posts my apologies

I owe:

@otdxtaemin appeal of the unknown

@otdshin hair dye

@otdaesoo pen snatching

@otdxtaehwa antique store

@otdinsoo long distance cousin pranking

I'm owed:

@otdxkiran bookstore

@otdxjaemin haunted house

@otdkov coffee iv

@weiotd open post ( I hope it’s okay I replied to your open! )

Plotting with:

Jaemin had only been there because his fellow actor (actress) had begged him to go. No one wanted to take her and he figured she would stop whining and get off his case if he did that one thing for her. Yet, of all things at the fair, she had to choose the ‘haunted ride’. The most boring of all, he assured her, but she would have none of it. While the young actress had busied herself chatting with a stranger in front of them, Jaemin entertained himself with his bubble tea, chewing on a tapioca as he heard a comment from behind him.

Stabbing. Fun! Not his style.

Still.

Turning towards the stranger, Jaemin was practically grinning as he chewed on the top of the plastic straw. “That’s not such an unbelievable scenario. I mean, what guarantees that I myself don’t have a knife and won’t go on a rampage the minute we go into that dark place?”

Chaeyeol had really been talking to himself, lost in his own head, so when he heard someone else starts speaking next to him, he jumped a little bit. Processing what the other had said a small shiver ran down his spine and he stared at the other with  uncertain eyes. No, the other wasn’t creepy at all, not one bit...

“Yeah about that...” he says glancing the other over, that smile while he wore while saying such words was also mildly concerning. “I won’t be going in there at all, especially not with you now.” He says with an awkward smile trying to joke with the other. 

“Try not to go on a rampage and kill others in the haunted house. You’re a bit compromised now that you’ve told me your dastardly plans.” He says patting his thighs. “You should always wear a disguise and hope that ScoobyDo and the gang aren’t after you.” He says with a small chuckle.