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gooooood morning/afternoon/evening!!! riri here with a short ( and badly timed, this isn’t actually an april fools’ joke ) announcement -- the tl;dr is that regretfully, i’ll be closing up shop here with lee. it’s been a wonderful wonderful year and a bit more during which i’ve had the pleasure to write with you all, and i’ve enjoyed every last bit of it despite my sluggish speed at getting to replies! however, with certain life changes approaching both for me and my child ( 100% good ones, don’t worry! ) i’ve had to reorganize my priorities and spending as much time here just won’t be possible any more.

of course, returning isn’t completely out of the question -- i might be back from time to time even if it’s just to mess around by throwing inbox drops at people! but for the time being, it’s time to lay my dar-leeing boy to a much-needed rest.

Rainy summer days were horribly depressing to the girl, as she barely even noticed the umbrella cover her from the storm.

❝ I want the sun to come back. ❞

A very simple sentence, though plenty expressive to her lament.

❝ I’m like a flower, I tell you! I need to photosynthesize! ❞

     WHAT DO YOU MEAN I LOOK SKETCHIER IN PERSON I TAKE OFFENCE TO THAT YOU HAVE A YAOI FACE WHO ARE YOU TO JUDGE

     Zooms at @pervigil. LEE HIS HOMEBRO. HIS FRIEND. HOMODACHI. SADLY THIS ISN’T HIS BLOG.

   yoko felt like laying her cheek down on the counter and just fall asleep to never wake up again. the college freshman stayed up ALL night in order to crop the small movie project they had to hand in today and she still felt her hands tremble at the idea of having done something wrong in her ( maybe even a bit more than ) sleepy state, so attending her part-time job might just be the right change in climate she needed right now.

     ❛ oh, yes— i believe they truly were…          i could ask the manager about leftovers,          if you want me to, though. ❜

   seeing a ( somewhat—? ) regular visitor of the little shop motivates her a bit more to return his half-smile, especially since he was kinda CUTE and about her age. but her mind was still in her class, fiddling with her fingers as she looked at him again over the counter.

     ❛ is there something ELSE i could already        pack for you today? ❜

distracted and sleepy — accurate descriptors of every college student on the planet now that it’s exam season, hence the ease with which sympathy alights ‘pon not-so-energetic features of his own ( although in lee’s case, the cause’d been a sleepless night born from last-minute cramming ). “long night?” he quips offhandedly. as he speaks, eyes are already skimming their surroundings for a ‘something else’ that might be around, because damn. should’ve stocked up on those hearts while they were still around.

                                                        “Eh?” Lightly taken aback, lips part to shoot back something remotely witty, falling shut just as quickly––– then she bursts into a fit of light-hearted giggles, nose crinkling with amusement. “s’ this how you pick your friends, Dude?” The girl proceeds in rearranging the mess of braids before letting her hands disappear within the pockets of her coat. “Can’t say I don’t like it––– Okay, let’s see. Hm…”

                                                        It’s surely more difficult than it sounds. Existential questions and she hasn’t even had her coffee yet. “Okay, I think I’m a banana, because, y’know…” She gestures vaguely. “I’m not straight, like… I don’t do things straight. I’m kinda buckled and I know people look at me with that face, like ‘she’s doing it wrong’, but–– I guess, being bent works best for me so… ‘s fine with me, y’know?”A shrug follows as her face pulls into an awkward grimace. Too much information, should’ve gone with fineapple. “Yeah, so how’s that? Am I worth it yet?“

“Heh. Guess you could say I like to mix things up from time to time.” Lips curl into a grin. Maybe it’s time to get his still-stuck-in-high-school mind out of the gutter, ‘cause the moment he hears banana, he’s fully prepared for a dirty joke. Not that it’d have been a bad thing, since he definitely can appreciate a tasteful one or two, and — yeah, he isn’t kidding anyone. Lee didn’t once have the reputation of ‘class clown’ for nothing.

Hence he’s caught off-guard but how deep ( no crudeness intended, honestly ) her reply is, and it’s met with a questioning cant of his head; whatever expression he’d been about to make is quickly swept away by the words ‘that face, like she’s doing it wrong,’ however, and an easy smile instantly returns to his face. 

                   ( Lucinda just might be too friendly ). She could chirp if she could at the other, she would stand by his side and walk along side.   ​❝ Thank you, signore. ❞ She treks after him, silently thanking him so often with a head nod. Silence remained between him until she heard the timbre of his voice, so calm and sweet to her.           ​❝ Lucinda but you can just call me Lucy. It’s very nice to meet you, Lee. ❞

Signore. It takes him a moment to place it ( not French, that’s ‘monsieur,’ but... something European? ) before a curious glance is cast in Lucy’s direction; her appearance doesn’t do much to confirm any guesses, so he figures that it won’t hurt to ask directly. “Nah, pleasure’s all mine.” 

「 ஜ 」 His kindness–and the thought of food–made her smile, and she steps forward with the intent to follow. Remembering that she actually had a pocket, she slipped the coins into it and reached up with a now free hand to grab a hold on the man’s sleeve. It couldn’t hurt, right? If they got separated, she may never find the food trucks, or whatever he’d called them. Her stomach certainly would appreciate finding them.

“Okay!” she chirped, an extra skip in her step. She sure did love to eat, didn’t she? Any benefit that the other may have gotten from it hadn’t been considered; she never quite understood why people were so willing to help her aside from their instincts, but she figured that their thoughts had to play some part in it too. Whatever. “Is it close?” She hadn’t smelled it, so it was probably in the opposite direction than where she’d come.

Kids nowadays. At the risk of sounding like a bitter old man ( not that he has any particular qualms about regularly pegging himself as such ), he’s seriously starting to worry about the current generation and their apparent lack of fear. The girl’s pretty much ignoring what he’d just said about being a weird creep; but one glance downward and he bites back whatever reprimand had been on its way, since dang. The sleeve thing’s kinda endearing.

❝i’m hana. IT’S NICE to meet you.❞

the bow her head greeted her notes, the crown of her clip setting over her bangs. her mug steam beside her and the aroma of latte wafting beneath her nose as hana’s gaze shifted under her chin. 

❝i’m…not sure yet. so for now i’m an undeclared major❞

a bow — how polite. he doesn’t comment on it aloud, gaze instead shifting back to his coffee so as not to stare; today’s drink of choice is an americano topped with single dashes of cream and sugar, and he sloshes it around once more before taking a sip.

“Wha─” The attempt to simultaneously turn around and step backwards leads to a half-stumble that does little more than assault the newly reformed step-stools beneath them. They catch themself before falling could become an issue, thankfully, the sudden surprise having proved nearly disastrous ─ and almost embarrassing, if they cared to think about it at all. Where’d he even come from? This only suggested that they should pay more attention to their surroundings when they enter a place, honestly.

For the next moment they pause, briefly replaying the sudden commentary. It brings forth a belated snort of amusement, as though the idea itself was fairly entertaining in theory (which wasn’t exactly incorrect).

“Sounds fun! Let’s make the first order of business ‘knock down the entire top shelf’!” 

“Ah, watch — ” Arms are stretched out and a step is taken forward on instinct, not that he’d have been able to make it on time had they actually fallen; thankfully ( although with a wince at the fate of the unfortunate tomes; already, he can hear the voice of a certain book-loving friend screaming in his head ) though, the stranger catches themselves in time and Lee breathes out a sigh in relief. “Phew.” A sheepish laugh. “Sorry about that, I didn’t meant to sneak up on you — it’s just so quiet in the library at this time that I felt bad about making too much noise, ahah.”

                He would have to say he appreciates the warmth, chuckling in response as well – he’s perfectly comfortable with strangers (( “so much for peace and quiet” – no, this is fine, he’s nothing to worry about )), despite how rarely he really interacts with them ( fans aren’t really strangers; they know an awful lot about you, after all ).  El drops his smile in favor of a pondersome hum for just a moment; “Ah, I’m not going anywhere in particular…” he gives another sheepish laugh at his own thoughts, adjusting the hood of his jacket as he glances over his shoulder, “Just avoiding my manager, mostly…” He looks back to the stranger, grinning again without concern.  “I could go for a cup of coffee, though.  Know a place?”

A sound of understanding falls forth in the form of a murmured, “Ah,” and it’s followed by a faint grin. “Skipping out on work, or... ?” Realizing that it might be a tough question to answer, he adds a hasty, “You don’t need to answer that if you don’t want, haha — I don’t mean to pry or anything.”  Now that tourist seems to be crossed off his mental list, Lee’s thoughts naturally turn to something along the lines of actor; wasn’t there some zombie apocalypse movie filming around here lately? 

⊰ ❀┇ angelιc нearт ⊱

                 ❝ yes i do — it’s the LEAST i could do ❞ 

            chloe mumbled as her hands COME to hold the other. how could someone not apologize after dropping a drink on THEM ? the pinkette being the angel she is, it just felt like she could have done a lot more. although the teasing the male did LITTLE to calm her down. her blue hue widen as her hands released each other & waved them about.  ❝ w-what ?! n-no that’s NOT true ! — i just ! — ❞ she looked AROUND, trying to find the right words to explain herself, but to anyone, & to this male, it just looked like her bumbling like an idiot. chloe NEVER was one to handle such situations like this. fighting demons & protecting humans were nothing NEW to her, but embarrassing moments like this — she just WISHED she had more training. 

                although with his next comment, she couldn’t HELP but form a frown. finally understanding that he was just TEASING her. but her blue hues blinked when he ASKED if she had gotten any spill on her. she took a look down at HERSELF, her hands patting her body, as if to feel wetness, but she felt none, she looked back at him, shaking her HEAD. 

         ❝ hm, no, i didn’t get ANYTHING on me. — but i really do what to               make up for this … i’ll — pay for the CLEANING if you want. ❞ 

“hey, hey — it was just an accident, yeah? there’s no way i could make a cute girl pay for me.” really, their roles have gotten totally reversed somewhere along the lines; aren’t i the one who should be getting reassured? he finds himself wondering, and the thought earns a quiet chuckle. well, he’s fine with things being like this too. with the seriously entertaining faces she’s making, that alone makes his wet shirt more than worth it.

“tell you what.” lee’s stopped mopping at the stain by now, instead fixing the rest of his attention on the girl. “if you promise that you won’t worry about it any more, that’s all i need. we’ll call it even then, yeah?” he makes the offer casually, not wanting to sound dismissive, but it’s clear that the need for any further apologies won’t be necessary. 

it really isn’t a bad thing, that she’s so willing to take the blame on herself; but after months of slaving away and serving carbonated drinks of his own from behind a cash register, he’s fully aware of how the receiving end of a stranger’s unfounded vehemence isn’t the best place to be. 

@pervigil ♥’d for a thing

                                                    After frantically searching through every pocket of her jacket, pants and sweater, the girl eventually abandoned the utopic idea of being able to actually pay for her own coffee. Instead and after little consideration, Haku quietly slipped into the seat next to some boy she hoped would look at least decently attractive. “Mornin’,“ she chimed, lips pulling into what the young woman herself would call a charming smile. “So here’s the deal. I’m a pretty girl, you’re a handsome lad and I’m sitting next to you, so––– you could invite me for coffee and try to woo me.“

With the flannel lining of a red-and-black checkered scarf tucked neatly between his lips and neck ( it’s the middle of spring, but there isn’t a season where scarves aren’t an acceptable fashion statement, right? ), everything about Lee’s posture reads as comfortable at the moment. And maybe he would’ve been content that way for once, just people-watching without interfering, but it looks like today isn’t quite gonna turn out that way.