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❛   HEY,   I   WASN’T   sure   what   kind   of   coffee   you   like,   so   i   went   with   black   &   got   you   some   cream   &   sugar   packets.   ❜   sophie   hands   over   the   paper   cup   &   the   sachets.   ❛   .   .   .   you   do   drink   coffee,   right   ?   ❜

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The air was becoming thick.

And not thick as in sultry and heavy with the smells and the odors of the world and its people: it was literally thick, an impenetrable, but invisible obstacle had formed somewhere in front of Jaewon, not allowing him to reach or grab any further. It was not a hard or solid surface, it neither smooth nor bumpy and it was neither cold nor hot. Come to think of it, there was no way for him to define what it was: his body, he thought, could probably jump straight off the roof where he had been leaning over the railing (a tad dangerously too far) and he would find himself levitating, suspended mid-air by whatever was forming ahead of him. It was...kind of soft, like a cloud. Was it a cloud? No, that was ridiculous - clouds were up there on the sky, they were visible and one would fall straight through them.

So, what was it? What was this strange substance that was stopping him from falling down? What was this odd feeling, as though his entire being was being pulled back, held so stubbornly and yet so protectively?

He was not even trying to jump or do anything stupid: he had merely been enjoy some fresh, early spring air on top of a small building where he had joined an exhibition of an acquaintance of his, and he was just about to leave when a small object he had been holding and playing with slipped his fingers. He reached over to catch it, his body tilting forward, legs threatening to lose their balance and send the deity off to the abyss (not that the fall would kill him, though) when he found himself not just unable to act as swiftly as he normally could, but also unable to do all that much.

⠀⠀⠀⠀ “ you know there are easier ways for us to get spicy rice cakes, right?” eyes narrow towards the other in question as she sticks her toothpick onto one of the soft cakes before putting it between her lips. “ why did we have to come all the way here to have them? it’s like 20 minutes away !!  ”

leviara flicks over her paperwork set as homework for that day . she loathes paperwork and charts as much as the next thing & wishes for a break . was an alien made for this ? probably not . his reaction towards the innumerable data scattered on her desk doesn’t help matters , with her semblance beginning to resemble something akin to boredom —— she’s about to reach her limit , ready to grab a beer and settle down to watch some netflix because of him . ❛   and you try working as a neurosurgeon on a day to day basis . i see and read over this shit every day . it hurts my brain .   ❜   hand drops a stapled stack of paper in front of her , before she gets up to grab a can of something decent from the refrigerator . she doesn’t get drunk easily , she just likes the taste of certain beers . ❛   to help with the death of your brain cells , you can have a drink . i’m not making you pay for it this time . i can be nice .   ❜   correction : nice , but sometimes . wrapping a hand around the aluminium treasure , she whips her head back around to glance to the male .

❛   do you want one ? yes or no ?   ❜ 

     While she works he plants himself in front of the tv for a couple of hours because he’s got nowhere else to be tonight.

Jiang stills when the familiar sound of the refrigerator door creaking open resonates from the kitchen. He took a few cans when she wasn’t looking earlier that evening and sipped at them slowly. So he’s waiting to be yelled at for that but instead she’s mumbling things he can’t hear so Jiang doesn’t respond immediately. Once he’s able to figure out she’s not annoyed at him, he’s barely listening as his eyes remain trained on the television screen in front of him. He blinks slowly, tries to make sense of what he’s watching but his eyes keep glazing over while the last few of his precious brain cells die off. The blinking lights and color changes on the screen do little to help the haze that stems from getting only six hours of sleep in the past forty-eight hours. Finally he answers with a nod that she doesn’t see so he shouts back. “Yeah. I’ll take a can.” 

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