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     brown hues roll, slightly before he moves to grab some water.    “  using ghosts to get me to cling, tsk. i see past your shit, sik-a.  ”    there’s a level of horror tae-luc can handle. gore isn’t a problem; it’s the unexplained, unseen, supernatural that leaves him unsettled. his grin widens, forearms resting on the counter, as he leans back.    “  it’s a date then.  ”    he scrunches his nose realizing how it sounds in context to the holiday rather than just a general expression.    “  so, technically, i got invited i just turned it down given the event. still crashing sort of. brace yourself for a crowd of plastered singles.  ”    as if pretentious parties weren’t enough, holidays made it ten times more irritating.

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“ who the fuck said i was controlling? ”   if it’s not controlling, it would be him being defensive and so suddenly. a click of his tongue, he’s running slender digits through his hair as he shoots a look at hoseok. confrontation isn’t something he feels foreign to, he’s deals with confrontation several times, but when it’s personal like this, it’s much different. the air turns heavy and he’s poking his tongue against his inner cheek followed by an annoyed click of his tongue against the roof of his mouth.

he closes his eyes with a sigh of defeat. suddenly memories of the past both with lovers, potential lovers and friendships flash by. he wasn’t that controlling, was he? granted that he was does in terms of work does have to do with controlling things, but when it comes to others, actually people. he wouldn’t control them on purpose, but now what hoseok says is stuck in his head and he can’t seem to let it go. irritation soon etching along his countenance as he glares to the side. eventually he opens his eyes, ocean blue hues gleaming as he scoffs. 

“ i may have been like that before, hoseok. ”    he’ll admit that much before letting out a laugh, rather in disbelief and nothing close to being amused as he flicks his lighter off and on, the flame igniting as quick as it’s blown out. he holds down the gas trigger of it, curling digits as he presses the area and lets the gas fill the space before flicking the lighter and letting the fire burst throughout the gas and flips the lighter around before setting it back down.    “ i couldn’t give a shit less about losing people anymore. if they want to leave, fucking let them. ”  he’s not at all salty, bitter or whatever else others would deem him to be. 

     the thief’s curious the choice of a dog for the robot. is it for disguise or humor? he finds it quite amusing and if he weren’t on a mission to rob the house he might ask who’s the person behind the curtain. a few more moments glancing at the dog, he backs off, not stupid enough to test if it has any programmed barks or bites. he simply nods in agreement—the security really is shit. but, there were still guards on rotation, which prompts tae-luc to move down the corridor. swiftly, he navigates the hall until he comes to a halt in front of the main office. and of course the pup is also in the room. lips thin behind his mask. ( was he really about to compete with a dog? ) tae-luc isn’t one to back down from a little challenge, but he had about fifteen minutes to get back to the party without drawing suspicion.

     “  mmm, depends on if we’re after the same thing.  ”    he doesn’t reveal there’s no specific item he’s looting. perhaps he wants to know what the other is after first. the odds of running into another thief is slim to none, not when the young man planned out his targets in advance. he knows the time, place, and people—always. he purposely avoids hot spots that other’s might select and yet he’s face to face, or face to screen, with another. though not for long as the pup runs off deeper into the room. 

     tae-luc clicks his tongue with a shake of his head. leaving the room so soon, what a common mistake. quiet steps move through the room and one gloved hand runs along the wall. hand stops on a nearly invisible line. he gives the wall a tap, the sound ringing different, a sound that paints a grin across his lips. bingo. boot pivots, back to the wall, and eyes surveying the room. eyes narrow in on a golden book end. he nearly snorts at how obvious it sits. he walks over to the bookshelf and pulls back the lever. music to his ears—the not so hidden, wall begins to move.

    he blinks a few times and objects come into focus in the dark room. another office with way too many displays featuring footage of almost every room. classic. call it paranoia or creepy. he turns his focus to the safe on the wall. he suspects multiple layers of security. he pulls out his nifty gadget that can crack simple number algorithms and hooks it up. the beep chimes and he opens the door to reveal a second code. ‘ voice recognition required … ’ fuck. suddenly a voice calls out somewhere beyond the room. ‘ invalid code. ’ tae sucks in a sharp breathe as the hidden door begins to close and red beams surround him. double fuck. he’ll be damned if he lets his identity get outed from an accident uncaused by himself.

it took a him a few weeks before he actually began orchestrating the robbery. thanks to his trustee sidekick, of course it’s the pup, because he had to locate and survey everything that goes around that room and out. thankful he learned how to pad the pup’s paws so they would make no sounds, no matter how many times the pup would jump onto surfaces or skid to a stop. he’s come to program the mechanical canine like any other dog there was there. thankfully, this family didn’t have pets and so having to deal with another canine or feline would have delayed the whole process altogether. with his laptop he continues controlling the pup as he sees through the small camera and despite the size of it, it’s enough for him to look at what he was searching for. 

he laughs and he sees the guards turn around and is thankful he had enshrouded himself in the shadows; a spot he looked out for prior to this operation because if he was going to be in the same building but further away, he’ll need a place to hide, knowing these securities would be making their rounds again, sooner than he thought, but he’s hidden from the cameras as he types a few commands an when the coast is clear, he’s back to what he was doing. the pup being planted on the table and simply watching the other while sik is shaking his head. he could warn the other of what he’s doing, saying that’s not a good idea, but were’s the fun in that. so instead, knowing that there’s a voice recognition that he managed to grab a clip of in case he needed it.   “ it does, doesn’t it. best of luck then if we’re targeting the same thing. ”

geunsik knows at this moment that the other would be walking himself into a trap. how foolish. was he really going to compete with this individual? or could he just leave the other and be on his merry way? of course not, he needs to get rid of any potential rivals in order to get to his target. once he locates it, secures it and the floor, he’ll slip into the place to take it and finally be on his merry way; this other... just so happens to be of an obstacle, he won’t stop at nothing to get through and it’s then that geunsik says to himself that it doesn’t matter whether they really are going for the same target or not. he clicks his tongue, turns on the mic and just seconds before the red beams come through, sik is laughing into the mic.   “ oh shit, did i trigger those beams? my bad. ”   

the boy is grinning and knows that the pup remains on a table, with the camera directly at the trapped male. he could easily tick the beams off like he’s done several times prior to this but decides not to, not just yet because he’s realized that the other is definitely going for the same target. oh hell no.  and now geunsik has no other choice but to eliminate any possibilities for the other to take what he came here for. he’d be damned to let him after the many weeks planning out and he’s just about had it hearing it from his comrades of his failed attempts when they truly weren’t his fault.   “ now if you’ll excuse me, i’ll be taking what the fuck i want. ”   the line then goes silent as he maneuvers the pup, around the beams precisely and not to trigger with just one slip.

Sometimes it's hard to get in depth with your muse and their backstory, because you can't figure out how to bring those things up with others. Here are a couple of starters intended to make things a little more personal!

"What's holding you back?"

"I'm not comfortable with this conversation."

"Will you /ever/ be comfortable with this conversation?"

"Let me in sometime!"

"It's not that easy, you know."

"Help me understand."

"It's hard to connect with someone when all they do is push you away."

"Why are you always so cold?"

"Why are you always so happy?"

"Are you really happy now?"

"Who hurt you this badly to make you this way?!"

"What, did your ex mess you up that badly?!"

"Why do you keep fighting it any time you feel?"

"It's a problem, I get it."

"This is all kinds of messed up."

"That's not exactly a good coping method."

"So what happened, with your parents, really?"

"What was your childhood like?"

"Everyone has at lest a little bit of mommy/daddy issues. It's nothing to be ashamed of."

"My parents aren't exactly perfect models, either."

"You were bullied? What for?"

"Was it hard? Coming out, I mean."

"You can't just run away all the time."

"You can't just hide all the time."

"Are you still thinking about them?"

"I'm not the enemy here. But this makes me wonder who the real one is for you."

"Is the reason you're so cold and defensive because you feel threatened?"

"How long has it been since you last spoke to them?"

"You never talk about it, why?"

"How come you're so different around them?"

"It's like you don't have a care or worry in the world."

"You seem so perfect. I don't get it."

"What was your ex like?"

"I don't think I was ever good enough for them."

"Are you not comfortable being intimate?"

"Why don't you feel comfortable being intimate?"

"Letting someone see you that vulnerable, it's a scary thing."

"Are you scared of being hurt?"

"Have you ever been taken advantage of?"

"Why are you afraid of saying I love you?"

"I never understood how someone could say those words so easily."

"You're hurting others the way you've been hurt in the past, don't you think that's ironic?"

"You use people to make yourself feel better."

"I'm scared of being used again..."

"Losing someone isn't easy, but you're making it harder than it needs to be."

"How long has it been since you lost them?"

"You're too attached."

"I'm not attached, I'm just comfortable with what I'm familiar to."

"Maybe the real reason you're so controlling is because, deep down you'd rather have them in your grasp than lose them."

“ i mean it was killed or be killed at that point. I wanna know what was so enticing about her, leon. it’s not fair. ” he was shaking his head at the fact that they were both trying to out do each other’s build bear reject impressions. “ junko swoons for no one it seems, unless you experience true despair.” he couldn’t help it her demeanor from the anime was impressive and in the game as well no less. “ i blame maizono for starting this. leon was innocent.” he snickers knocing back another swig and leaning against sik.  

a soft fit of laughter spills from the younger’s lips prior to rolling honey brown eyes. this is typical adrian. to think that the words coming from the latter’s mouth would have any real effect on him: it doesn’t. sik simply leans back against the counter, gaze drifting towards the other stalking forward and what catches his attention more is the bottle of brandy. now that is something that pulls him in, he waits; however, not really reaching out for the said bottle. either adrian will grant him a glass as well or he’ll simply do it himself—he doesn’t need the man’s permission to pour himself a glass after all. he clicks his tongue and shakes his head, a glint of a certain mirth in his eyes before he’s licking his lips.