Educator

"Mr. Kim! Are you having fun?"                          "Of course! Any field trip is fun!" 

Au / Literate / Chgk apt. / trying to get back into open rp! / about 

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sweaty  luhan  on the floor

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you look smart again..

Judging from Luhan’s descriptions, however, he was far from a paranormal romance type-of-guy; in fact, Xiumin received the impression that if he suggested such a novel to the male, he would be punched, square in the jaw. “A collection, you say? What books? It might be able to help me find something for you—Unless, you would rather look yourself.” His head twitched towards one of the, conveniently, darker cases in the corner of the room; the books resting on it displaying their age from the wear of the binding. “You might find something over there, hm?”

"Do you ream many horror novels, Xiumin? I really like to, it's interesting. Sometimes I imagine what it would be like to be in the position of the novel's victim, never really the killer though." No, that feeling is a very familiar and well known one, the imagination isn't needed on Luhan's part. "I've never been a victim so it's a bit hard, but it's fun to think... do you happen to have any more?" And he had the decency to look a bit embarrassed, with his six or seven books piled in this arms, asking for more titles and old stories. 

He leaned against the cart, a thoughtful expression on his face; consisting of his cheeks puffing out, and his nose wrinkling slightly. It wasn’t the most attractive of appearances, he was sure of that, but it seemed to just occur when he was in a form of deep thought. “Well, what exactly do you find interesting? Any authors that you enjoy? Ah—” he gestured to the cart, “we have several new additions that came in with the last shipments. Maybe you would like to look for something here? Though, I must admit, I haven’t found anything of great interest.”

But, if he had to choose, alright. "I like old books." He answered, knowing that wouldn't be of any help whatsoever. "Classics, I suppose, I like everything I guess, but if I had to say I guess I do lean more toward mystery type books. And horror, I actually have quite a large collection of horror books stashed away..." 

luhan’s face while being interviewed by sehuna~

"Hello, my name is Xiumin," he said in rushed Mandarin—his native tongue slipping through his lips due to his surprise and nerves. "How may I help you?" He blinked several times, before repeating the phrase in Korean, using the name that most found easier to say; Minseok. His brows pulled together and his cheeks turned red, though he tried to keep his focus on what the other was saying. "Ah, did you forget the title, or the author?"

That seemed the smart thing to do right? But Luhan just stood in his spot, staring at the man with a confused and hesitant expression on his features. 

                      Finally, he turned his head towards the first sound in two hours, the clanking of the dull old cowbell that hung from the inside handle of the door to the shop, a sharp pain immediately flaring up at the base of his neck.  Jiho winced, immediately lifting a hand to massage his sore collar as he overheard a short conversation echoing from the front of the store.  He couldn’t see exactly who the second voice belonged to, but of course the first was the slow, familiar Busan tone that came from Kwangsun’s tired old voice box in the form of gravelly slurs.  Soon after, the exchange came to an end and an unfamiliar figure stepped back into the studio half of the shop.  It was hard to tell how old the male was; he had a very youthful face but something about the way he carried himself said otherwise.  As was his habit when presented with foreign situations, Jiho fell into a  bout of mild inward panic, turning his head to cough into his elbow and wincing as he did so. His neck was still sore.  He looked up at the stranger expectantly with pupils dilated by nerves, teeth tugging on his lower lip.

"Yes, hello!" Luhan greeted with a cheerful chirp sticking his hand out for the other to return in greeting only to drop it and point toward the painting a second later, not even waiting for the handshake. "You painted that? Well-- obviously you did." Luhan corrected himself, it was obvious that he was the one who painted it, how could it not be. So instead, he ran off in another direction, probably throwing a loop out there. "Do you sell your work? It's very pretty and I really like it. Have you painted other things? Are they here? I'd really like to see them, I'm very interested." It wasn't often that Luhan went into a spiel like this, only when something very, truly caught and kept his attention so in a way he kind of felt sorry for the boy because he was probably being all types of confusing and startling at the moment. "Luhan, I'm Luhan by the way, ,you probably wanted to know that, or you didn't? But you do know so... can I get your name? Maybe?" 

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