#ces:pires

[ ▪ sickdali ] "What was that?" He turns his head toward the man, scanning his face for any signs of mischief in them to find them nonexistant. He smiles then, admiring the seriousness in the man's face that matches his tone. "Well, if you say so." He chimes in, not really understanding the man though pretending to. He never really understood art, but it was beautiful. He had to give credit where credit was due, and the unknown artist's artwork was his definition of beautiful. The two of them stood side by side as the other explains to him what it means. "Huh, so that's why he made all those swirls down there?" He nods his head before looking at the title of the piece of art. "Scandals and shame by Frederick. Just Frederick? Who's Frederick? Wait—" He takes a side step away from the man, pointing at him when a nervous laugh escapes his lips. "More importantly, who are you?"

[ ▪ blankmonograph ] The girl was wrapped in mystery. He's usually so good at reading people, knowing and understanding them at first meeting. Yet here he was, sitting across the small round table with a girl he can't quite put his finger on. He leans in, his left elbow resting on his thigh and his right hand playing with the straw in his drink. Maybe he was confused because he didn't know whether or not the girl knew who he was, or who he really was. The girl had suddenly plopped down at the table with him despite the fact that there were so many open tables in the tea shop. He opens his mouth to say something, but closes it. He's having a hard time thinking of what to say, and to be completely honest, it's a bit nerve-wrecking. But he doesn't show it. He simply smiles at her, offering a soft laugh before he clears his throat. "I don't want to be blunt," He starts off, thinking it was probably the wrong way to start off his sentence but it's too late to correct himself. He just scratches the nape of his neck and keeps smiling. "But who are you exactly?"

[ ▪ hyerculez ] He was never one to just sit down and watch television. It wasn't a good habit to get into. He figured he could spend his free time practicing, honing his skills in both baseball and kendo. But he did fall into the habit of watching specific groups on television whenever they were performing. Hell, he even remembered a few of their names. A particular group that caught his eye was a four-member girl group. It was easy to know who was who, each of them had their own style and he liked that. He wasn't really into people who couldn't be independent individuals despite their cultures being so collectivist. "Hey! I know who you are!" Is the first thing that leaves his mouth when he finds the youngest female of the group he likes out on the streets with sunglasses on and a hoodie over her head. Strange, it's incredibly hot outside, and he could only wonder why she's got a hood on. "Ah, I get it." He laughs at himself, standing bashfully in front of the girl. "If I'm not mistaken, you're Hyeri-sshi, right?" He says in his somewhat butchered Korean. He still needs to get used to the language, but he knows for sure that she understands him. "Say, would it be okay if I get an autograph from you?"