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    Send ‘rough touch’ and I’ll use a number generator to write a scenario/drabble. ( x )

➤ ( # 19 : Your muse grabs my muse’s wrists. )  current status: maybe, it’ll be selective. 

   The pair had not been in contact since the frozen yogurt accident, and it was mainly her who decided they needed their space. It really was a surprise, and she had no idea just how ruthless the other girl could be. All it was was a mere accident, yet she got her hair yanked and yelled at for such an unimportant cause. Before even becoming friends she knew of the girls bad behaviour and willingness to pick fights over the silliest things, but it never sunk in how bad her intentions were until a situation had happened to her own self.

     A solid two weeks later and here she was, yet again questioning the sanity of the other girl. Maybe fate had brought the two together to form some sort of alliance, but the grip on her wrist spoke completely differently. All she had plans on doing was take a walk down the street to locate her parked vehicle, but her goals were quickly halted by the now-stinging pain of her arm.

❝ Why are you trying to pick a fight again? Let go, it hurts. 

    Without even giving the girl a chance to explain her actions she expected the worst, and used all of her force to snap her arm back; not necessarily caring if the girl had stumbled over in the process. Unless she was going to receive an apology she didn’t want to speak or be seen with the girl, the last thing in this world she’d do was waste time on someone that treated her like utter shit.

❝ It’s been two weeks since we last spoke. Have you thought over what happened, or are you going to let your attitude create more arguments?

    [ ⇝ ] Han very much enjoys the sight of street artists. Upbeat music often fills Seoul city streets, and brightens the days of those two pass whoever is willing to share their talents with the public.

    That is. If they are talented. 

    Han isn't one to crush people's dreams, but the person screeching for money in the middle of Coex Mall. "So..." His voice trails, addressing one of the other unfortunate souls who are projected to this type of pain. "Are you gonna say it, or should I?"

With her usual order of coffee in hand, Blaine blinked rapidly at the female’s sudden confession before clearing her throat. “Oh?” She responded, a soft smile grazing her lips before dipping her head for a small bow. “Hello, I’m Blaine. What’s your name?”

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» what color did blaine say she wanted again?

» the shirt she held up looks the same. same color, same number of buttons, probably even the same material. how am i supposed to pick which one is better? 

"But…" Blaine whined while extending her arms out towards the silver-haired female. "Elsaaa! Ariel needs some loving!" The red-haired female pouted as she continued to wobble towards the other.

                     Groaning, she picked up her dress so it wouldn't drag all across the floor -- she was not paying for this dry cleaning again. "Go away, Ariel." She sort of scoffed at how the line was used without intention. "The Queen isn't expecting you right now, and she never will."

[ sms ► unknown ] wait what did you do?! why are you drinking? why did you punch the guy? is he bigger than you? do i need back up?


[ sms ► unknown ] …who are you, anyway?

Jongin stared down at his phone, really unsure who he was texting anyways. Maybe he got the number wrong because it was supposed to be his brother. He really needed to save his contacts... He brushed it off, continuing on

[text >> unknown]: Ah, well. Come and meet me. You'll know who I am considering you've seen me in your dreams. ;)