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Silence.Three seconds after which Aera immediately let out an unladylike snort and resumed scrutinizing the ice cream cone held firmly in her grip. “I… What? And pray tell, why the hell would I do that?”

Cody scoffed, a mammoth, idiotic smirk plastered all over his features. She observed him silently as he jabbed his thumb pointedly towards a table near the windows of the ice-creamery, something akin to amusement bubbling up within the confines of her stomach.He grinned. “Do you see that?” Aera squinted, slightly twisting her hips away from her chair to catch a glimpse of whatever her best friend was pointing to behind her. “I don’t care what you say, but this time, they’re totally checking me out.”And true to his word, there they were. Two teenage girls - in high school uniforms by the looks of it - tittering and giggling to themselves rather loudly while shooting glances of interest at Cody over a triple chocolate fudge caramel sundae. Aera winced at their high-pitched squeals, deafeningly shrill in the dinky little café.

And man, she couldn’t tell if they were blushing or Etude House was. Were high school students really allowed to wear cobalt blue eyeshadow and bright scarlet lipstick to class these days? Aera shook her head and resumed devouring her double matcha scoop.“So, y’know,” Cody also resumed mouthing off about himself, his newly-developed arrogance evident in his not-so-subtle attempts to show off his flexed biceps to his two adoring fans. “You should totally get my autograph, because you never know where it might take you. Heck, if I get scouted to be a model the very minute we walk out of this place, I could very well be the next Cara Delevingne. I’d be the next male Cara Delevingne. Hell yeah!” The police officer, giddy with delirium, brought down his fist hard against the oakwood table, eliciting gasps of surprise and rude stares from the rest of the patrons. “I’d be rich, and you’d be rich too because you would’ve sold my autograph off eBay or something!”

Her cheeks stuffed full of the sweet treat, Aera made what she hoped sounded like a noise of agreement, but probably ended up sounding more like the mating call of an African buffalo instead.As the first tingles of brain freeze began to seep into her nerves, she groaned and ducked her head, fingers reaching out blindly for a glass of water.“…in his pants…” The girls erupted into stifled laughter behind her.Huh? Torturously painful brain freeze long-forgotten, Aera abandoned her search for her beverage and instead focused on the man in front of her, who seemed hell-bent on practicing his autograph repeatedly on the free napkins that came with his now extremely sad looking banana split. Her gaze drifted lower… lower… even, even lower…Bingo.“Hey. Prince Charming?” She grasped the Sharpie tangled in between his fingers to catch his attention, lips lifting impishly. “Prince Charming? Cara Delevingne, back to earth!”“What?” Cody grumbled, obviously annoyed by the interruption. Aera struggled to stifle her laughter.“Y’know,” she murmured throatily, traces of mischief lingering in her words. “I may have found the source of your… attractiveness.”Irritation forgotten, Cody leaned forward eagerly.”What? Is it my hair? Is it my sideburns? I trimmed ‘em real nicely this morning-”Aera shook her head, and directed his attention to his lap, eyes dancing alight with laughter.It was almost comical - the way her friend’s expression went from bright-eyed to almost devoid of color in zero point four seconds flat the moment he spied the length of toilet roll that measured all the way to a gentle curl around his ankles, tucked very gracefully into the back of his pants.Cody looked like he wanted to die. Aera wanted to die for him.

( ; namjoon wishes he could say he didn’t sign up for this— except, he did, and he’s sorely regretting it. sorely being the key word.

the first thing he notes of his location after being rather unceremoniously tossed here (that's the best word he can think of to describe it; and it's certainly nothing he's ever experienced before, either) is how strong the wind is, blowing against him at an obscene rate, making his eyes water from the harsh, unforgiving gusts. after a long moment of taking in the scenery, he raises his hand up to block his eyes from incoming particles flying into his face-- and exhales, sharply. he can only assume this is the 'once in a lifetime' event he'd signed up for-- and, god, regret. that's all he can express, regret.

but at least he's thankful for the warm clothes he was caught in the moment he landed here-- and even if he wasn't more warmly dressed than some might, he radiates enough heat to survive much better than most, so he's well equipped for the cold.

still doesn't suck, though.

he eventually starts to move, casting his eyes around warily, still trying to take in the situation, and he wanders-- feet crunching against apples, always too late in realizing he's stepping on food. oops.

it's when he's finally managed to find an apple before smooshing it into the ground with his (clumsy, clumsy) feet, that he comes face to face with the first person he's seen when he landed here-- and the apple goes forgotten as he raises his eyebrows, standing from where he'd been bent over the fruit to address them, thankful for company. ) --so, you signed that waiver thing too, then? ...because that's what this is, right? ( ; if it wasn't, well...

19. Asleep

Other than in the field of bartending, Jinah had never really considered herself as much of an artist. Admittedly, she was the self-professed Da Vinci of all stick figure drawings, but the growth of the potential of her creative flair came to a screeching halt there, much to her high school art teacher’s dismay.Today, though, Jinah felt as though her heart was pumping talent. Inspiration flowed through her veins readily and she was feeling giddy with adrenaline. Letting me catch you asleep only two days after that snotty little prank you played? Tsk. Bad decision.She lowered herself onto Flynn’s bed, brushing aside locks of ebony hair splayed out on his forehead gently with the pads of her fingertips. Her fingers released the handful of Sharpies she had been gripping, and they fell onto the duvet with a dull thud.Now, then. There was a plethora of colors to choose from - which would she pick first? Her fingers strayed towards the left, and she smiled. Perhaps delivering a tiny bit of justice was in order.Keeping the cap of the marker firmly locked between her teeth, Jinah traced his eyelids with its felt tip gleefully. Gone were the faint, fine lines of purple underneath translucent skin, masked over by a very calming shade of cornflower blue. She imagined that Flynn wouldn’t be very calm after returning to the realm of the living, though. She scrawled the words, ‘WORLD’S MOST SHAMELESS BREAKFAST PANCAKE THIEF' on his forehead. Beautiful.According to her coworkers, men wearing eyeliner was in trend now, and armed with black ink, she had to physically restrain herself from transforming him into a very bizarre, albeit adorable panda. She leaned back to survey her handiwork with a satisfied beam and spotted a lone red Sharpie dancing on the edge of the bed.She smiled. A very perfect color, for a very perfect plan.Delicately, Jinah began to draw resemblances of lipstick stains all over his cheeks and forehead. Flynn had always been complaining that modern women weren’t very attracted to his smolder, so she reasoned that she’d give him a little comfort.As she started on her second scarlet kiss, he began to stir, chest heaving and falling a hint quicker that she would have liked, and she began to panic. “Crap,” she mumbled, dropping the marker. She had barely gotten started! There was still the recipe for fried chicken she wanted to inscribe on his forearms (courtesy of Paula Deen), and there had been plans made to paint his fingernails a lovely bright pink after. She lunged for his hand, practically sprawled out across his lap trying to keep him still. Maybe if I just weigh the blanket down…"…What are you doing?" Eyes the color of coal regarded her from under hooded lids, and Flynn’s fingers captured Jinah’s wrist in a vice-like grip. He yawned, voice husky and coated with sleep, and she smiled innocently, surreptitiously tossing the marker out of his line of sight. Bless her forsaken soul. The beast had risen from its slumber."Nothing." She desperately wanted to cackle out loud, because he looked so RIDICULOUS but she dug her nails into her thighs and smiled so hard she felt as if her eyes were going to spontaneously combust from the pressure. Jinah kept her voice light, and pretended to play with his fingers instead. "You’re a light sleeper, huh? I was just, uh, taking measurements, because I’m, um, knitting oven mitts. For Christmas!""Light sleeper?" Flynn teased slyly, gesturing to their tangled limbs. "I was actually having a dream about a very cute girl I met on the streets the other day, and halfway through it felt as if a pregnant elephant had sat itself on my face. I guess we now know why."Jinah fumed internally. This little piece of… Without a word, she handed him the pocket mirror she had stowed in her back pocket with a sickeningly sweet smile.

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☁ -- the sunlight shines on me like a                     (spotlight, light, light, light)         only i am in your head as a                               (headline, line, line, line)

          » » »    he's got a lot on his mind tonight-- nobody can blame him, though, not without pulling some kind of reason out of their ass. he's been stressed out more than less, recently, and it's only when he's on stage that he can ever bring himself to forget his worries, despite even his own boyfriends greatest efforts. he's breathing hard when he steps down from the rap battle he'd just won, gratefully accepting a water bottle from one of the hosts of the event.