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chance has officially moved over here uwu

                                                            No one’s really alone

               The songbird rose onto his toes, doing his best to peer over the other’s shoulders,”What’s that-?” Chance it’s rude to invade bubbles. 

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      “They pay the thousands of dollars I would otherwise have to pay if I        get my A’s.” The dancer replied.

          "What are you even trying to learn that would cost so much?" Or is school just expensive; a question he'll probably never know the answer to. 

      “I can’t. Gotta get A’s.” The dancer said and tapped the pen on his book.         Study, study, study.

       "What's so important about getting A's?" Excuse him, he never attended school so he doesn't know the importance of good grades. 

      “I’m trying to study, please stop distracting me.” The dancer said, when he        was actually studying he hated to be disrupted.

          "Study some other time." He needed someone to entertain him now and who would be better than Hyun Ki?

SEXUAL PREFERENCE: Unknown. RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single.

           He followed his own instruction as well, hoping his acquaintance would do the same. Whatever the means, they eventually hovered face-to-face, mere centimeters apart. There wasn’t much else to do other than close that unwanted distance but, as he’d said, he planned on taking this as slow & easy as they could so if there came a point one of them ( likely Chance ) wished to cease, it would be as simple as taking a step back. If there were no rebuttal on his company’s part, he would gingerly press his lips to the pair opposite them ; tender, methodical yet heartfelt. One hand rose to cradle the boy’s face while the other found rest on his counter-side shoulder.

           He had no idea what exactly he was doing considering this is only the second time he's ever kissed someone outside of blood relations, so he could only hope Kichiro would put up with his lack of experience. He had no clue where to rest his hands; he would mimic the taller's actions, but something told them doing so would only lead to a rather awkward position, so they would remain lax at his sides for the time being, just until he could figure out where to put them.  

     That’s it. That’s really the last straw. His face losses its bit of composure, and suddenly he’s laughing again. Of course, puns like this were his favorite, and this was one was thankfully unheard of to the boy. ”Bear… bear feet…!” he echoes between laughs, clearly and idiot

         The other's laughter only spurred on his own. Slender arms curled around his stomach, chimes of laughter sounding from the bird as he doubled over. He loved puns and jokes as much as the next guy, and even he could only go through so many before his composure was completely blown. 

     No… oh, god, no. Any more jokes and he’d probably need to dig his grave tonight, having died from a fit of laughter. Face hard as steel, obviously trying his best not to chuckle, he answers       ”What did she say?”

         Attempts of laughter were held back as best as they could be, and truth be told he was pleased that this time his joke telling went much smoother than the last. This guy actually appreciated the fine art that known as shitty jokes,"Don't go out in your bear feet."