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✖ send me a [X] to see my muses favorite picture of your muse

HONESTY 2: Where do you feel the most comfortable and happy? 

 Probably just standing on a sidewalk on late afternoons with some good booze– watching people go by and maybe watch the sunset. 

HONESTY 4: What is your biggest fear? 

 Being left without warning. 

 HONESTY 8: What would your ideal lover be like? 

Mun Day Thingy

☆ : What made you start playing your muse?

Answered already!

◊ : What's your favourite thing about your muse?

Does it count that she’s so easy to play for me now? I’ve been roleplaying Mina for over two years that she’s so comfortable for me to be now. I can be falling asleep and still manage to churn out in-character replies--no guarantees on quality of writing though and they tend to be half-assed, haha, but they're still replies that don’t break character. So I guess yeah, I love that Mina feels like that homey, comfortable blanket that you can never think of getting rid of.

☺ : Favourite canon scene/chapter involving your muse?

✖ accidental affection

send me △ for my muse to get trapped in a small closet with yours

How the two managed to get themselves in their current predicament was the question of the century. To be frank, neither of the two exactly minded, considering their closeness, and this was not exactly the first time the duo had managed to get themselves into a rather interesting situation. 

Their camaraderie was uncanny, especially due to the stark differences in their personalities. Where Kyungsoo says “blue,” Wheein hears “red.” The pink to Kyungsoo’s black was she. Perhaps it was those simple facts that made them such a good match; their opposing viewpoints and preferences in terms of intro- or extroversion were what made them stick, like two opposite poles of a magnet. What they lacked was what they brought out in each other - and what often gets them into trouble. 

Thus, when Kyungsoo suggested that playing hide and go seek in Mamamoo’s dorm - bear in mind that the two are twenty and twenty-two years of age - Wheein believed she’d never heard a more splendid idea. The group’s Hwasa, Moonbyul, and Solar were out for the evening, each for different reasons, which made the idea even better: anywhere in the building was fair game.

As a result, when it was her turn to seek, she, after much diligent searching, came across Kyungsoo lurking in her leader’s closet, buried beneath heaps of jeans, skirts, dresses, and the like. Once she finally managed to writhe her way into the mess, the closet door slammed shut behind her. Of course, thinking nothing of it, she merely flipped on the flashlight feature of her cell for light, assuming the door would open from the inside.

Needless to say, she was quite wrong. After the two had realized this and the notion that there was no way out of the enclosed area had sunk in, she frantically checked her phone to contact someone. “Uh– I have no signal, do you? How are we supposed to get out of here– or explain this whenever the others get back?”

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