#deathtold

  ❝ ICON YOUR MUSE | ACCEPTING

                           ❛  YOU ARE JUST ON TIME.  ❜  offering a polite bow, gaze soon scanned the funeral flowers to make sure they arrived in an unadulterated state; normally his father would give his ‘yay or nay’, but his son had turned out equally a perfectionist.     ❛  they look nice. the family wanted to incorporate as many colors as possible.  ❜  clearing his throat, it became evident how the arrangement certainly didn’t lack in effervescence ( each client to their own ).   ❛  ah, do you need my signature?  ❜

                 HOW BORING this day had been. Rain poured down on them, no one wanted to do anything except to sit around and READ -- study. Baek Ah was drawing and Jung was doing only GOD KNEW what. Eun was ignored when he asked his brothers to play with marbles, or even a board game, they told him to get lost. To read the book they had to for their studies but Eun truly had better things to do than to LISTEN TO THEM. Perhaps Jimong would be willing to talk, willing to tell a STORY or two. Just a few days ago, Eun had stated that he was nowTOO OLD for stories but oh, he was still so curious. 

In fact, they ARGUED for about five minutes who should walk whom home before Lynn gave in for the sake of practicality. ( Lynn INSISTED -- still does -- she did not need an escort. She never attracted attention other than awkward glances at her height, and she was certain TAE YOUNG needed the walk more. )

She snorts, arms crossed in front of her chest and hands tucked in between her ribs and inner elbows just to stay warm. She didn’t know it would get so late when Tae Young suggested a night out.

               “I think I had enough of clubs,” her accent takes off the edge of her snark, but only by a fraction. To be fair, Tae Young’s friends may not even welcome Lynn on any further excursions -- they wasted enough time trying to convince the bouncer to let her in despite her severely under-dressed self. 

pin my muse | accepting.

        Send “WATCH OUT!” to pull my muse out of DANGER

        Shehadn’t been paying attention, her gaze solely focused on the screen of herphone. A chatroom was open and she was trading jokes with Seven back and forthand having a little fun with teasing Yoosung. Her mind was in another place,forgetting—for a moment—where she was. She only vaguely recalls the crosswalksignal changing, a sea of people milling past her across the street. Jiae waitsa minute or two, caught up in the conversation playing out on her phone. Shedoesn’t realise the crosswalk signal is changing again as she steps out intothe open street.

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