@blaceyes :
š©ø, Min-su
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Had it been someone else, Nam-Gyu would have been less alarmed. Of course, seeing anyone covered in crimson would be heart pounding - it was a substance in which must always be in a body, and Nam-Gyu couldn't imagine any excuse for it to be outside and free from the confines of veins and arteries other than something violent occurred which lead to the spill of it, but could he really be right? Min-Su - involved with violence! Imagining him engaging first with anything to draw blood would be laughable, but imagining the latter feel much more realistic to him, where Min-Su skittered off with his tail between his legs. But the issue is the possibility and the unknown of what actually happened which lead to Min-Su coming out like that. Is it fake? Is this all one big, elaborate prank? It must be. The only issue is pranks are meant to be funny, but this is the farthest thing from funny especially with how late it is and how cold the weather decided to be.
Quite frankly, Nam-Gyu had no idea why he felt so nervous suddenly. This is Min-Su - weak and pathetic and good for nothing Min-Su - and if he should show his spine to anyone, then this moronic man should be the witness. But he felt his breathing hitch and pulse throb like a rabbit running rapidly away from a threat, so to keep him from twisting his rings or fiddling with his long, noir locks he shoved his hands in his pockets and kept his back straight and confident and hoped it'd be enough to convince himself, "You look fucking ridiculous." Nam-Gyu managed to sneer, baring his teeth like a rabid animal would. Really, he's just overcompensating to act like his heart doesn't feel like it's about to pop, "I know that shit is fake. Go home and wash it off, before you embarass yourself."
