scribbled death.

⊰ ✉ → ghostie: sent. ⊱ okay listen here you stupid ghost idiot, i am so effin’ done with you, i cant believe you actually said that and i’m going to kill you. oh wait you’re already dead. too bad.

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We all know asklimit is a bitch though, so depending on how many people will do this it will maybe take some time to do this okay? Also my typist would prefer conversing on the dash for this caUSE ASKLIMIT OKAY.

Returning his gaze to the female, he dared to grab her wrist rather carefully, tugging her towards the exit. Never mind that the pair were donning tea stains on their clothes, more so the excited demeanor of the teenage boy kept him from remembering that maybe he should have gone home to change. That would have been a good idea. Gnawing on the inside of his cheeks, he searched desperately for a conjunction of words to convey what he wanted to express; that was a hard task, generally.] Ah… Which way do we go from here? [ `He had such a bad way of acknowledging topics, though his actions presented a ‘yes’ to wanting to go to the graveyard with her.]

As soon as she felt him grab her wrist she turned her gaze back to whatever it was she was talking to, and almost she let out a shriek just because she hadn't expected it. It was so rare that she went out, and she never had people touch her, since she was simply stepping away whenever someone tried to give her a hug, or shake her hand. For a second she looked down at her shoes, just ignoring the fact that the tea was dry and left stains on them - whatever, she could wash them later at home. } Uhm.. we have to go left and then just go straight ahead until we reach a way that goes right.. I think. {´ The last two words, "I think" were said quietly, since she was sure it was exactly how she said it, the "I think" was more or less just something she added after she explained something, a habit, if you want to say so. }

Sensing a pair of eyes trained on him, Jimin swivelled around on the heel of his foot; his eyes did an immediate scan of his surroundings in hopes that he would find the source, furrowing his brows as he spotted a girl who adopted a troubled look a distance away from where he stood. He looked her up and down before lifting a hand to run it through his locks —successfully dishevelling it in the process —while he shoved his other hand into the pocket of his jeans, and as he did so, took a few strides to reach the girl. “You look terrible— -I mean, not terrible-terrible. Just— - Ah, you get what I mean.” Stumbling over his words, he paused as he realised that he was rambling. The girl, he noticed, glanced at him uncomfortably. “I’m Jimin. ... and now that you know my name, I'm not that much of a stranger anymore. So I was just wondering if you, y'know, needed my assistance.”

Clearing her throat to speak in a normal tone again she moved her head in a nodding motion, realizing that she just did that she changed her mind; shaking her head instead. "I-- am fine. Just a bit lost, don't worry." She inhaled the air deeply into her lungs, curling her lips into a slight smile to make him believe what she had just said. Maybe, just maybe she should ask him for help anyway-- otherwise Seulmi probably wouldn't get home anytime soon, since she'll most likely wander around the streets for a few hours, until she finds a way that seems familiar to her in any way. "Not just a bit lost-- really lost. I have .. no clue where I am.", she finally admitted, puffing out her cheeks after - that being a habit of hers, she did that a lot when she was nervous. 

The female. Jungkook returned his gaze to her, a sheepish laugh brushing past a pair of plump, pink lips. He was incredibly embarrassed by now— and in retrospect, he couldn’t help but feel as such over the entire ordeal. He’d always imagined himself in the girl’s situation with a shinigami of his own— instead, he was cemented working for the devil himself in exchange for some blood. Under different circumstances, he would have asked her to eat; maybe gotten to know her better, quite possibly befriending her— right now, he was quite unsure of how the occurrence would go. He wasn’t too good with people.] Is it bad to… you know, tell you how curious I am about this? I mean— Death Note. [ `He stressed, gnawing on the inside of his cheek.] If it’s not… offensive or anything… could you tell me how it happened? [ `He was piping words as a small, interested child would. Though faintly shy, he was incredibly prurient.]

She licked over her lips, something she would do when she had no idea what else she could do, since at the moment it was rather quiet, they both took their time observing each other before actually replying to anything-- but the thought that people could actually hear what they said made her feel a bit uncomfortable, it wouldn't be too good, but she also had no idea where else to go, and even though he seemed nice-- she didn't trust him. Never trust strangers. } Uh-- I am sure.. it's quite interesting to other people, especially if they've seen .. Death Note. {; The female puffed out her cheeks, inhaling deeply before giving him a few short nods of her head. } I-- guess I could tell you, but-- not here, people could hear. You know-- there's a graveyard not too far from here, it's rather quiet there and almost no people go there, so .. uh, yes.