{* what the hell is this place? the amount of emotional shit hitting the fan at any given time is enough to drive any sane empath—an oxymoron this early in the morning? noooo, he didn't—away, quaking in their boots. but taeyong, SEVENTEEN, is too badass for that. he parades inside, lips curved into a light frown and hands in his pockets. he approaches the receptionists desk and wonders at her contentment like it's a symptom of disease. } hi, how do i get back to town? {* maybe he's just lost. }
{ * what should she do today? train? celena doesn’t feel too much like it — not when it seems to be evolving in ways she’s not even sure as to how to deal with; as of now, she feels she would possibly place on as dangerous of a level as any beginner if she tries to do anything out of the norm (or not, out of the norm — needless to say she won’t be jumping or hopping or skipping anytime soon)—so she wanders around aimlessly, starting from the top and ending on the ground floor of the main building, just in time to watch a little "show" with...a new student? } hey! dude--y'need help or something? { * blinks a few times, better she helps him than that cranky ahjumma to be honest }
