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game — write a drabble of our characters playing video games together.

“i don’t know if anyone else has told you yet,” ricky says while setting up the game, kenta watching him as he does, “but i’m an expert on mario kart. everyone that’s played with me has always lost to me. i don’t mean to brag, but i consider myself one fo the best mario kart players in busan, if not in all of korea. no printer, just fax.” 

taehyung finds himself sitting back down next to kenta. “before you ask, of course i can play rainbow road. what do i look like? a noob?” he says with a confident grin before passing kenta the other control while he held his in his hand. “don’t choose waluigi, by the way. he’s mine. i drive with him. no one can wah like i can. you hear me? no owns the wahs like i do. any other other wah is completely irrelevant compared to mine. so, by my law, you are banned from wahing.” 

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It’s not often that Minki gets too focused on something else that he had been neglecting his job as a librarian during work hours. Despite his i-don’t-care-about-life appearance, Minki was a great librarian and knew the library and the thousand of books it houses like the back of his hand. Maybe it was because of his curiosity about humans when the seal first broke, but he loved to gain information from reading. Although, now, he is fairly apathetic towards humans.

Back then, he knew that the Order would not be able to sustain his economic needs forever, but they gave him more than enough to start and when deciding on a more “human” profession, being a librarian suited his taste. During work hours, Minki was often left alone for long periods of time, which is one of the things he loved about working in the library. There were people that would approach him for help, but it was seldom, and they were of than often, humans. He cherished the fact that he did not have to interact and be in the presence of anything magical.

The sound of granite from a pencil tip making contact with paper can be heard from behind the front desk when Minki does not have much to do. The sketchbook that he spends his time drawing on encompasses the numerous visions he sees ever since the seal had been broken. As a freelance artist, sometimes he would translate his sketches on a big canvas for millionaires and rich companies to buy from him. It’s not very consistent, but Minki was able to make a lot from each commission. You can find some of his artworks inside public and private buildings throughout the city, signed under his artist name, Ren.