[false intentions and a life so pretentious]
[”And just like any addict desperate to get his next fix, we resort to committing crimes, just to secure our next hit.”]
Rousing rhetoric billowing through the crowds, their cheers (”for this conviction I would endanger my health”) it’s electric and Changkyun’s so caught up in the current that he’s oblivious to her slipping in behind him, though her scent is familiar (kinda reminds him of what older women wear, those ever so slightly potent perfumes that get right in the nostrils) it takes another uncounted matter of moments for the male to realise that Carmen is indeed there; to which a sudden FULL BODY JOLT (or surprised shock, whatever we call it now) bolts through his being as he squeaks an octave or two higher than usual. “SHIT--where the fuck did you come from noona!? I swear you weren’t there a moment ago...” Brows furrowed, tipping his cap down a little to shield his predominant gaze from whomever could be in the vicinity that he didn’t know too well; the theory being the closer you were to the stage, the more you could be trusted by the organisation-- anti government protesters from the human underbelly unanimously known as meta’s... mutants, freaks, whatever you fancy. So anyone in rows behind had to earn their place, now Changkyun had been apart of this for a few years now, crowned with a pretty high standing and undoubted trust, however given his human idol image, he’d not partaken in many an-activity as of late. “Didn’t know you were gonna be at this one tonight...” That however, was about to change...
