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{`it comes with ease, then, the lifting of her feet from the ground and then the hooking of her legs over his awaiting arms after she seems to give him permission, her petite, subtle figure fitting nicely against the broad expanse of his chest, and if she looked small standing before him with her hands cupped over his own then she’s absolutely puny in his arms now, puny and pale, every inch of porcelain skin standing out in stark contrast to the warmness of his own tone, tanned and calloused in places where she was nothing but soft and light. caught somewhere between envious and in awe, it takes him a handful of beats to realise how utterly rude he had been, chocolate hues flickering between her own large pair, and the gazes they receive once he pushes past the entrance of the cafe, every inch of the place new to him despite his body having just.. been inside of it, unbeknownst to him} Which o— Ah.. Jongin. {`is what he eventually offers when he decides that she’s looking for him, and not for whoever she had met God knows how long ago, and, really, the only reason he hasn’t simply slipped away with another awkward apology, and finds himself instead settling her down at an empty table in the far reaches of the shop, is the fact that she hadn’t done the very same herself. she had had every opportunity in the world to duck away, to dismiss the boy who had been called ‘broken’ or ‘special’ for the majourity of his life - so, there he sat, with but a foot between them, lips pursed and brows set in a fixed furrow} …Is it bad? I mean, the ankle, are you going to sue me? Cos, lady—Yuko, my dad, he has this business right, and if you don’t sue me I can get him to give you something for it? …Please? 

I'm not going to sue you, Jongin.. {'her tiny hands find immediate solace resting atop the familiar surface of the shop table, fingertips quietly mapping out each syllable of his name as she traps her lower lip in between her teeth in prevention of the impending growth of an amused smile, albeit failing miserably, and her eyes narrow into crescents, hues glistening with the same whimsical curiosity coloring her expression. there is something about him that leaves her thoughts spiraling off in questioning tangents, though as to not wallow in unforeseen presumptions and miss out on the present, she focuses back on the very moment at hand. tugging a loose strand of dark hair behind her ear, she peeks up at him, a faint smile dancing on her lips as her brows raise at his query} Does he now? Yes-- I mean.. it would be lovely if you could get him to do that for me.

Yuko.. {`it was always pointless, trying even his hardest to remember anything from these not-so-occasional fits of his, let alone to try to process her name correctly even as he murmurs it back, for the last thing he can even hope to remember is pacing hurriedly up and down the pavement, his father having told him to wait outside of the local florist, and that he’d be there ‘“soon, quite soon,”  and yet here he was nothing short of three blocks away from where he had started. it doesn’t take much to piece two and two together, to realise, more or less, what had happened, and while he has no hints ( other than his watery eyes ) as to what side had possessed him and seemed to earn such concern from this perfect stranger, it really doesn’t matter, not when any of the two would be equally as embarrassing. he’s just about to sputter out some terrible excuse when he meets a pair of doe eyes framed perfectly by a flutter of lashes and colour, the blush of her lips stark against otherwise ivory skin, though the only thought that manages to stick in his cluttered mind is that yes, indeed, he had managed to hurt her whether he was in control of himself or not, and the guilt that washes though his entire being is more than obvious in the sinking of his shoulders and the creasing between his brows, eyes dimming something substantial as he follows the first instinct that overcomes him} Miss Yuko, was it..? ..I can explain, I mean, if you’ll let me.. Can I?  {`the request is double-ended, and he hopes that’s clear as his arms move awkwardly, poising themselves first around her waist without actually making any contact, and then dipping a little lower afterwards, and he’s so sure that he’s over-dramatizing the entire situation, but with the guilt colouring chocolate hues, he fails to see any other option here, failing to even return the favour of revealing his own name}

{'try as she may, there was nothing in particular that she could quite pinpoint as off or peculiar about the the man and his current demeanor in handling the rather befuddling situation, his reaction nothing less than unexpected as she snaps out of her fleeting act, slender arms lifting on their own accord to hover just above the frame of his shoulders. she’s staring at him now: jet-ink pearls follow a slow trail from the very crease in between parched brows, down the bridge of a sharp nose before arriving at those plump lips shaping a number of inquiries posed for her to answer, though his subtly amicable nature does well to shake up her otherwise incurious behavior with strangers. a series of blinks inevitably becomes her reply, coral lips pursed from accepting defeat and scarcity of thought, any such form of rebuttal proved useless to her as she concedes with a comforting smile upon her docile visage, hovering limbs finally perching ever so carefully atop his shoulder as she nods once in reply, shifting on her feet to better position herself for what action she believes is about to ensue} Oh.. um.. yes--. Yes... you may. Though, I never got to catch your name..?

suminiah started following you

so when I was 11 I thought I was really cute and I went to a carnival and won a blow up sword for this girl and I took it to her and her boyfriend took it and chased me out of the carnival with it 

{/she blinks once, and then twice, before the words of the stranger click and she's left in an involuntary moment of weakness, forming a barricade against her muffled laughter with a small fist} I guess you made it out alive, huh?

{`from the curling of his upper lip and the wrinkle that forms across his nose, it would be difficult to find another term to describe the emotion colouring his features aside from disgust, for it really wasn’t unpleasant: soft, milky flesh sweeping over his own before he has the decency and mind to pull his hand back, fingers curling sharply into his own palm. she was cute, whoever she was, and while that fact alone would have been more than enough to wipe the less than pleased expression from his features, they’re changing on their own, eyes hardening and shoulders stiffening as something akin to horror sweeps over his brow and jaw, both tightening quite noticeably, right along with the fist that has come to a rest beside him as he takes a faltering step back. it takes him one, two, finally three full breaths to gather the ability to even think about formulating words, having forgotten how they work, never mind their function, because she - he really had to learn a name sooner rather than later, here - really shouldn’t be left in the dark, if she had tolerated him for however long already in whatever state he seemed to have presented to her, something he doesn’t even try justifying} …I-I’m sorry, really, truly, terribly. You’re alright? I mean, y’know, physically, right? Miss..?

...Yuko. {'she inhales deeply, willing her unstable pulse to fall back into its steady rhythm as she tries for a much smoother expression in contrast to the one of pure shock and perplexity so blatantly painted upon the stranger's visage. her fingers are trembling for some reason unbeknownst to her (though it could very well be for the reason that she no longer had her weapon of defense readily at hand), and the presence of the man before her seems anything but threatening as she takes a moment to allow her gaze to float about the handsome features and the tall build she had failed to take note of upon their initial encounter. it's with a brush of courage that she finally turns the tide of the heavy atmosphere, pink lips puckering into a faint pout as she glances down at her sneaker-clad foot, a quiet sigh disguising the dramatic lull of her voice as she glances up at him through a thick curtain of dark eyelashes, shaking her head slowly} Well, I... my ankle... I must've tripped on my way out..