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it’s probably a mistake to come out alone at time like this, given how dangerous it could be for the leader --- god knows if there is a hunter among these people right now, but jiwon figures this is the only place that could provide her with some privacy as she thinks about their current situation. it’s not too noisy nor is it too quiet, and jiwon purposely chooses the table in the far back to enjoy her dinner, although the food on her plate is barely touched despite her already being there for almost an hour now. if anyone doesn’t know better, the expression she wears on her face could be falsely misinterpreted as her being stood up by her date, because how else would a woman like her look so gloomy in such a glamorous restaurant like this? 

            Iseul has never been fond of therapists.

            To be fair,   he’s never really fond of people,   except when crowds are useful for blending in and covering his tracks.   Finding himself occupying an unused chair by the corner of the room in the midst of a   group therapy   is something Kwon Iseul will never do...   well,   except that exceptions are made to satiate his curiosity.

          His fingers drum on his arms where his cheek rest,   head lay down,   as   silently  as he can;   boredom as a mask to anxious or impatient ticks he’s been practising to completely wipe off.   Being silent is not an issue to a    GHOST   ,    certainly not to one who’s been used to the comfort of being dead enough to use the   VEIL   as a cloak and being alive enough to escape the souls attempting to attach themselves to him.

           By memory,   the boy is aware that his friend attends these   therapies   that never worked on Iseul nor Iseul wanted to work and that by extension,   Iseul is more than welcome to attend this event himself.   Well,   as close as   “attending”   as Iseul defines...   if it counts that Iseul is   NOT PRESENT   in the mortal plane   but still resides on an unused chair reserved for one physical somebody.    Silent and   HIDDEN   are things that Iseul finds comfort in being a Ghost as voices float above his head,   eyes emptily gazing through every person until it lands on Hyeon Eunbyul. 

            Hyeon Eunbyul,   who is sitting still and looking pretty five seconds ago.             Hyeon Eunbyul,   who is holding a chair and looking   murderous   now. 

            Hyeon Eunbyul,   who Iseul definitely has his eyes on now,   alert and awake as his head raises in alarm.   Quick assessment jumps to impulsive reflex;  his transparent arm reaches   through   a very fragile vase hastily,   SOLIDIFYING HIMSELF   as he swipes the thing off the pedestal——   CRASH !! ——   as Iseul calmly lays his cheek against his arm again with an attempt to look bored rather than cautious before the group catches on.   

    ˚❛    Finished  ?     ❜˚        Iseul’s soft, disinterested tone cuts through the gasp and surprises from the cracked glass shards on the floor,   though his tense shoulders say otherwise.   The darkness of the greyness in his optics tell   let’s go, let’s go, let’s go   as he remains seated on his chair,   passing the decision to Eunbyul’s judgement.