#atrxbilious

Once again, it was the time of the week to visit the bookstore. Because his line of work usually takes place in the discretion of the night, he didn’t have much to do in the mornings and early afternoons when everyone else was out working a humble lifestyle. So, to keep himself busy the incubus did the most logically thing he could do, read some novels. Because of his growing love for reading since he had arrived on Earth, the man had no discrimination against any type of reading. From thick encyclopedias to comics online, and everything in between, he read it. He had a at least minimal knowledge in many subjects, and some more than others. Visiting the bookstore was a common occurrence for Zitao, he was currently scanning the magazine section. As any other being in the world, he was a bit of a sucker for gossip so he thought it didn’t hurt to catch up on the latest rumors. As the man absently flipped through a People magazine, he suddenly heard another quiet voice beside him. The incubus furrowed his eyebrows slightly as he stared at the man, “Um…I’m sorry, I don’t usually hold strangers’ hands.” He cleared his throat awkwardly before he continued, “Are your hands cold? I have some gloves, if you’d like them.” 

❝ Fancy? I can only lift things with my mind, sir. . . ( + and if the other was intimidated, the young angel was even more scared --fearing indeed for his life now that someone saw him while training his power. ) F-for example, I lift th-those spheres and I just make them float around --I do this because I can somehow learn how to control it. . .

When seeing the woman react on his small whisper, he was surprised - having been sure that nobody else than himself had heard him speak such strong words in the middle of the street. "Uh-- it's a compliment, yeah." Yixing assured with a nod, small smile tugging upwards on his face, trying to play it cool.

The lad had felt eyes piercing in his side, making head turn slowly since he was curious of who it was - though when he saw a rather young looking male turn head away, a red color spreading on his cheeks; well it had him raise a brow slightly and bite onto his bottom lip. Finally gathering courage, he stood up and made his way over the table where he had been seated at, casually plopping himself down on the chair opposite of him, raising a brow. "Saw you lookin'. Is there anything in my face?" Byunghun asked with a friendly smile slowly forming on his face.