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Yan simply nods in agreement, listening quietly with a hand coiled to the handle of her teacup. “I agree. I don’t think I really know how it feels to be heartbroken, but revenge is a little bit… much? At least that’s how I feel about it. Regardless of her mistakes though I still appreciate Maleficent and I do believe she learned from them. No more of those spiteful spells.” She finishes her sentence with swift wag of her finger and a growing smile that slowly creeps at the corners of her lips, excitement now perking her expression as she lifts herself from against the back of her chair, eyes finding her wristwatch in order to check the time. “When did you say you had to leave again? Because I’m down to watch another movie. I haven’t been on a Disney movie binge like this in ages,” 

Quickly going over to you she grabbed a few bags from your hands as she went and set the, down on the table.”You shouldn’t carry so many things,it’s bad for your back.”

The girl was probably right, but Yan was far too impatient when it came to handling groceries and if she could she’d probably carry in everything at once. Though being of her tiny size the amounts she carried in at a time were weighing her down and she looked like a miniature christmas tree hanging in grocery bags as decoration. It was a relief when the other had reached over and snatched a few of the bags from her hands earning a small sigh from Yan in return. “Ah, thank you. I’m sorry it’s just... habit i guess. You don’t have to help me put these away though I’ve got it you just make yourself comfortable.” 

Spotlight. One of the many things Yan feared was being the center of attention no matter where it came from and over the course of time she’d been acknowledge by several people that found her beauty of worth and high model potential. Of course, for obvious reasons regarding her privacy, she’d turned them all down and since then saw that she stick tightly to simplicity. She got what she called a normal job surrounded by normal people where even then she made little to no connection with anyone at all, but bad luck rests in the tip of her icy fingers.

Trouble finds her at a quiet cafe, coffee in hand (  — though it serves its purpose as mere decoration rather than an actual drink ) with her palm against her chin, eyes trained on the scenery outside the wide shop window. Moments of tranquility pass before its silence is  interrupted by a sudden cacophony of both a scream and the sound of splashing liquid which is soon soiled to her clothing, and if that wasn’t enough, a body comes crashing down with it. 

        HIS LAUGHTER CEASED UPON HEARING her words and his smile turned to a lighthearted glare. ❝  Of course it is. It’s fucking hilarious.  ❞ Once Jiho found something funny, it was most likely that he was going to repeat it until he was bored of it, only to do it again with something else. Repeating the short video one final time, he let the phone drop onto the table. ❝  The only thing not funny here is you. I should really replace you with someone better.  ❞  

And here she’d done it again, her previously cold and stern expression softening and molding itself into a display of mild remorse. Her hands fold together, thumbs pushing at each other in a nervously apologetic gesture. To be truthful? She really didn’t get it. She had a hard time understanding a good amount of today’s humour and she especially could not see what was so funny about a green frog riding on a tricycle and the association with the phrase ‘here come dat boi’ though for a while she tried to play along. laughing halfheartedly the first couple times he’d played it, over and over and over, until her tolerance caved in to reveal her bitter expression of her inability to understand his infatuation with such a thing. She’d snapped at him, and she regret it now. Her inner fear of losing him causing a nauseating flutter within the hollows of her stomach, even if it was just another one of his careless jokes. 

 “Hey now, you don’t mean that do ya? I don’t mean to be a ‘buzzkill’ as you usually say, I’m just not a big fan of repetition.” In her attempt to lighten her on mood, she jokes back at him. The corners of her lips rising only slightly now. “How could you replace me though? Who else would laugh at the jokes you tell that actually aren’t funny? You must keep me around for the sake of your self esteem.”

the day is going according to routine, delicate fingers moving promptly whilst she tends halfheartedly to her work accompanied by the endless chit chatting from her fellow coworkers. it becomes a familiar background noise to her, she’d rather it be that than to actually partake in discussion. that’s just how yan was: distant and fleeting when it came to social affairs. (  — perhaps it was fear that kept her so sternly detached, filling the emptiness in which longed only for normality with trembling fret. ) 

due to the unpopularity of the quiet salon it was rare that business would be booming, especially on a tuesday morning, and more often than not most customers were commoners who’d earned their place among the employees topic of gossip, and some even participated in such conversation, but the rare new face crept up every now and again just as it would today. her attention is swept abruptly by the sudden signifying ding of the entrance bell, lips forming a brilliant curve as she attempts to greet the stranger with her softest expression, eyes crinkling into narrow crescents as she speaks softly through salmon colored tiers.

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▹ agateanswered here.

▹ fossilaside from her reaping, she isn’t really sure what she'd rather be doing. or if there even is something out there she’d rather be doing. 

▹amethystsometimes she wishes she could be a wolf, but a wolf like neu. it’d give her greater insight into his mind, she feels, and he always seems to have such fun on his chases.

▹ copperas time goes by yan will most likely come to grow more confident and unafraid, but at a somewhat ghastly cost. in the end there will be nothing to be afraid of but herself and neu, as long as they continue to put on the mask of the lamb and the wolf. this love and excitement she’s grown for having taken someone’s life will probably consume her until it is all that she does and all that she knows.

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▹ moss agatei’d like to say her opinion of herself is modest, but if i had to choose i’d say she has a high opinion of herself. she likes to view herself as indestructible sometimes like she deserves the luxury of not having to deal with any of the negatives that come with life.

▹ apatite has very good intuition when it comes to people. perhaps this is only because she pays attention to others more than she should and is very observant and notices things that most careless people wouldn’t see but she’s good at being able to infer people and their decisions and sometimes even there motives. of course, she is no god. no psychic or anything like that and isn’t always correct about everyone. sometimes her confidence in her ability to read people lead her down the wrong path.

·“I’d be worried if you didn’t.” Dae cupped his own cheeks and smiled. “After all, I do buy you food when you ask for some!”

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▹ abaloneemotionally yan is a mess, but she makes her emotions difficult to trigger by appearing to be very stoic and a bit unwelcoming. i could imagine being in a situation where she’s heavily interrogated on the way that she feels would get to her. putting her in a situation that forces her to be afraid and to admit to being afraid will also probably get to her as well but things that actually scare her have started to dwindle little by little.

▹ agatealone, yan calms herself by doing simple things like singing, or rather humming, until her mind is at ease. in most situations and scenarios she would call neu over. any sort of close contact with neu calms her down and puts her at ease. it makes her feel at home, because neu is home to her.