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I’d rather die.

Did you hear that?

I know what I saw.

That doesn’t make any sense.

Promise me, you’ll never do that again…

Don’t touch me.

We make a good team.

What’s the news?

Do you hear yourself?

Are those wedding bells I detect?

You stole that from me

You’re joking, right?

I can’t see anything.

You’re bleeding…

Are you drunk?

Who do you think you are?

Don’t leave.

How did that happen?

Why won’t you believe me?

I want to help.

I’m not going to make it.

Tell me the truth.

You’re cut off.

You’ll come bail me out, right?

FROM: Luka M TO: Volkner

>yo u should siiing!!

FROM: Luka M. TO: Abel

>w haaat?

>i dont rmbr askin??

Yao placed the final box down in his apartment, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.  He was finally done.  With the physical moving in aspect anyway.  He still had to go through all his belongings, and set the apartment up, but the difficult part was over.  Yao could finally afford to relax for a bit.  

However with everything still boxed up there wasn’t really a place for Yao to take the break he would like.  There was nothing more he wanted to do was to lay down for a bit, but he knew if he did the entire day would go by since Yao was fairly confident he would end up falling asleep.  Yao needed a break, yes, but not one that would end up throwing the rest of his day away.  

Yao looked out the window.  It seemed nice outside, maybe he should go out for a walk.  He could grab something to eat while he was out, and explore the city a bit more since he hasn’t had a chance to really do so yet.  He knew the basics of Kairos, but he didn’t know the heart.  And if Yao was going to be living here for a while, he should get to know what the city was truly like.  

Making sure his keys were in his pocket, Yao then walked towards the door, grabbing his cell phone on the counter before he left the apartment.  As Yao walked to the elevator he began to wonder about what to make for dinner later too.  Maybe just stir fry.  He didn’t feel like doing anything intricate especially with all the unpacking he still had left to do.  

Yao’s stomach growled.

Maybe he should focus on feeding himself some lunch before he thought about dinner.  Though the problem of where to eat arose.  Prior to today, he has only been to Kairos a handful of times, but each other those times he never stayed long enough to eat or had brought some food with him if he had.  

With no better ideas, Yao decided to just walk around to see if there was anything that would catch his eye.  Though luckily for Yao, it would seem he didn’t have to aimlessly wander for too long since he noticed someone not that far away. 

Luka was outside, running an errand—not really, she was just going to pick up some mail for her late aunt and send them back to where the sender was from. After all, Luka didn’t really want all the irrelevant mail at her doorsteps when she could simply close her eyes and sleep the daylights away when necessary (which has been every day since she does not have a job).

The pink head definitely did not know the city thoroughly enough. But hey, at least she found somewhere to eat decent tuna! Yes, she would have to thank technology, despite her incompetence skills on texting on her phone but that’s another story. If anything she should head out for lunch while returning the mail since in Kairos there were pretty good restaurants nearby (especially for ramen).

Double checking to see if her door was locked and she got everything she needed in her purse, the pink head dashed out of her apartment. Looking around frantically, just in case anybody was walking near her, she stretched her arms and let out a satisfying sigh. After all, she did have a certain incident with hitting somebody in the face while doing that motion, just to be safe.

Gently, she dashed to the post office.

After a few quick words with the receptionist, she paid the fees for the mail to be mailed back to the sender. The procedure was fast and Luka was glad of that part because going to the post office daily would be a pain if the process was long and dreading. The pink head stepped outside of the post office before looking around.

The question was: where to eat lunch now? She was growing quite hungry at this moment. Luka pondered a bit before her thoughts were broken by a male coming over to her. Blue eyes focused on him as he asked questions… so he was also wondering about where to eat huh?

"How do you really feel about me?"

"Can’t you pretend to love me this once?"

"Would you care if I was gone?"

"Don’t you know the hell I go through to keep you safe?"

"I can’t take this any longer. Help me."

"Deep down, you’re scared. Aren’t you?"

"You’ll stay alone if you push others away."

"How many lives have you taken with your own hands?"

"Just for today. Please."

"You’re the only one who’s never called me that…"

"We can make it work! Let’s run away together, you and me!"

"I… have loved you this whole time."

"Treat me as you see fit. I’ll still protect you. It’s my role after all."

"Maybe it’s too much for me to expect kindness."

"You give me meaning, even if you take it away."

It almost hurt to shift his facial expression enough to cock an eyebrow at the confused sound. Wow—right when he’d actually made the effort to be somewhat polite, too. At least listen to people you accidentally assault, woman. Jin huffed a little at her reply. It was clear she was still oblivious, but he’ll hand it to her that she picked just the right word to go with it.

She didn’t look hurt either way, so it mattered not really.

Pressing a hand lightly to his face he noted the dull ache left behind over the minutes that passed. Eyes once again settled on the woman. “… I think it’s fine. I don’t feel dizzy or anything.” he sighed out, “it just hurts like hell.” he pulled his hand back down and folded his arms. “… Are you in a rush to go somewhere?” he asked, noting her suitcase at last. Then again, it wasn’t like it was any of his business.

He probably shouldn’t be so curious. But if she was meant to be headed somewhere; even Jin hated being late, so he thought it best to ask. It wouldn’t hurt his ego too much to point her in the right direction—even if she had just struck him in the face. It’s what officers often did, right? Sure he might not be one yet, but it wouldn’t hurt to gain a public face. 

Did she say something wrong? Luka was pretty confused, and maybe even a little bit anxious from the situation. Somehow, whatever he had to say or express didn’t seem like it was genuine or he was just overall angry and secretly mocking her every action and word. Honestly, that left Luka feeling pretty disgruntled and completely unsure about what to say or reply to the blonde.

At least she wasn’t hurt… physically that is, yeah definitely not hurt physically.

 “Oh okay,” Luka knitted her eyebrows slightly, trying to get over the guilt since he had admitted honestly about how he felt. Of course, it was easier said than done. What surprised her was his follow up question. Blue hues glanced at the suitcase before looking back at the blonde headed male. “…I think? I mean, I’m moving in from another area so it would be best if I got to my new place as soon as possible, right? Haha.”

But it didn’t seem like that was necessary. The woman’s voice was wonderful! Mature, but not too sexy, with a sort of soft feel to it at the same time. Her voice would work perfectly for certain songs, but for others…

"Of course I don't mind," she replied with sincerity as that was a correct thing to do. After all, it was an audition for bands only certain people would get in right? So for a fair competition, comparison between vocals and/or self-played instrumentals was needed. 

To: Luka M. From: Alice

TO: Alice FROM: Luka M.

>they re ea sy to fiND!

>the res a w hole key boa rd dedica trd to tehm!

An honest accident is  simply just that, and Hope found no need to be upset in it. Besides, she was genuinely apologetic for it, which he appreciated. "I’ve felt worse, trust me," he quipped with an awkward smile of his own, trying to diffuse the situation further. "Ever get hit with a boomerang in the face? If not, don’t ever. Hurts a lot more than you’d think." He recalled a childhood memory of himself getting hit with a boomerang he couldn’t catch, and gently shakes his head, mildly amused. He ends that with a light laugh, hopefully having said enough to make her forget about accidentally hitting him.

 “Ooh,” Luka cringed at the thought of getting a boomerang whacked in the face. After all, she hasn’t seen much of them since it was a thing her parents and many other parents banned the kids from playing with in their community. “That must hurt a lot… I never been hit by one before because my parents didn’t let me play with them since I think, someone we know got whacked by one before and left a scar on their face.”

 “Yeah, I came from the Paralia station. I’m actually moving into Kairos from the small countryside I live in,” she responded. Though the answer she gave was more than what he has inquired for, it still didn’t hurt to speak to him. After all, the silver head did seem like a kind person—if he could easily brush off the fact she had struck him in the face then he’s a pretty cool person. “I guess we did board the same train. It’s a small world, hey?”

NEW MESSAGE TO: Luka M. FROM: Meiko

< NO

< were off sujbec. i told u its v improtant

< litsen!!!!

< if we pur a MILILION TONS of food dye in hte ocaen

TO: Meiko FROM: Luka M.

>W AIT

>will teh oecan aslo turn raInbow?

>bcuz rainbow tuna suonds v rad!!