#eunjaeisms

BAMBI:.....

BAMBI: I’m sorry

“Keep your head down until Aerith comes in,” Simon muttered from behind the cloth that covered the lower part of his face. “And remember, we’re here to extract information. I won’t let him, or anyone for that matter, take you back to that place.”

AKI

Cuddle: Do you prefer being the big or little spoon?

"I don’t know if I have any preferences like that. They’re both nice in their own way. I like... I guess, sleeping facing someone the most where you’re like, sort of hugging each other? But if I have to pick, I guess being little spoon’s slightly more comfortable because I don’t have the longest arms.”

Pastel: What’s the most calming color to you?

"I know it’s not technically a colour, but black. Black comforts me the most.”

Snuggle: What’s your dream date?

“I’ve only ever been on one date. We went to an arcade and he actually booked the whole place and we played games all day together and it was really really fun in theory, because I liked the place a lot and at the time, I really liked this person.” She wrinkled her nose. “But the date itself made me really sad so I feel a little bittersweet about it... So, now, when I think of a dream date, it’s not about the place or what we’re doing, I just want to make happy memories with the person I like and be able to hold their hand and remember it fondly no matter what happens between us later...” She puffed out her cheeks. “Like... I guess I picture somewhere on the quieter side, like maybe a museum, but that’s not because I like them particularly, but because the person I’d want to go on the date with does. Ahhh, I don’t know.”

CIRO

Hug: Do you like physical affection? 

“Uh, yeah, I do. And you know what? I don’t get people who don’t. You’ll learn, growing up in foster care where nobody can be fucked to give you a pat on the back or a hug or all that flowery BS that if someone does, it’s nice.” He rubbed his jawline thoughtfully. “I’m not super affectionate with like, strangers. But, if I like someone, Imma be hugging them and Imma be giving them kisses and Imma like it - a lot.”

Flower: What’s your favorite smell?

“Freshly-cooked food. Hot food. Homecooked, freshly-cooked, hot food. Fuck yeah.”

Warm: What’s your ideal temperature?

“Hah? 77 degrees, I guess...The fuck?”

LUCIEN

Cookie: Is there a food that makes you happy?

“Nothing specific comes to mind, but I really used to like it when my ex-wife cooked. It wasn’t always a fine-dining experience - far from it. I’m sorry, Harry, but we’ve had food with the likes of Chef Gordon Ramsay. Even so, knowing that someone cooked something for me with such care and affection always used to make me happy.”

Comfort: Where is your safe place?

“I like being in the lab best. It’s weird, because a genetics lab is really not the fanciest or most exciting set up, but there’s something nice about being surrounded by the fruits of your labour. It makes me feel untouchable, also, to be the smartest person in the room.” He broke off with a snort. “But that’s everywhere.”

Hug: Do you like physical affection?

“Not particularly, unless it’s being given to me by family or a significant other. Oh, and animals. Animals can cuddle me all day long. Other than that... no thank you. My suits are too expensive to be touched by most people.”

MAXXIE

Smooch: Kiss on the cheek, forehead, or nose?

"Uh. They all sound nice enough, I’m a little torn between the last two. Maybe .. I like leaning forward and giving a random kiss on the bridge of someone’s nose. It’s cute. I don’t know.”

Breeze: If you could go anywhere, where would you go?

“I really like going camping. That always surprises people when I say it, but legit. Sometimes, when shit’s tough, nothing sounds better to me than taking a trip to the woods and getting lost in nature for a bit.”

Soft: Who makes you feel safest?

Though he had spent the majority of the four-day period involuntarily in his robot form, with no real recollection of the days that passed, the hours he had been himself were stressful. More so than he would ever admit outside the quiet chaos of his own head. It felt dangerous to be this concerned with another person.

He wasn’t sure he liked the vulnerability of it all.

With a shaky exhale, he gripped the phone tighter. “Where are you?” / ft. @eunjaeisms

“✆” for a MORNING text.

MAXXIE: Morning, it is way too early to be awake or alive and I need coffee like, yesterdayMAXXIE: So I put a pot on. You’re welcome to come up, if you’re awake.

“⁇” for a DRUNK text.

MAXXIE: you’Re so fuckin pink, dudeMAXXIE: you’re like a cotton candy globMAXXIE: or a carnationMAXXIE: or i don’t know, something pink and soft.

“✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text.

MAXXIE: so I’m bored but not in a board room full of smelly old executivesMAXXIE: and I was thinking about the skirt you tried on for me last timeMAXXIE: Is that the only one you own? Can I see your favourite?

“ø” for a LATE NIGHT text.

☆ : for a drunken voicemail

“..No, I don’t think that flat-earthers are onto something, shut the fuck UP, I’m tryna call someone. Hey, ho, s’off to work you go. But not really because it’s 4AM. I’m walking home and these dicks keep bothering me so I thought I’d pretend to be on the phone so nobody talks to me. Not sure why I’m explaining since I’m not even gonna send this. Anyway, we signed a new girl today and her name is Destiny - it’s not her real name, of course, which makes it THAT much fuckin’ worse. Did nobody inform her that’s one of the top 10 TV stripper names? I swear she’s as dumb as the pole she spins around.”

♚ : for a confessing voicemail

“Hey, dude. Kinda glad you didn’t pick up because this would be a little hard to say otherwise. I kind of uh, look, I’m really sorry, but you remember a couple months back you were stressed because the therapist started crying during your session and you couldn’t understand why? I was too embarrassed to tell you at the time, but I actually had a session right before you and told her that I’m glad she can’t have kids since she’d make a fuckin’ awful mother. So. Yeah. Sorry.”

☎: for a voicemail not meant for you

“Hey, s’me, Aki... Look, I’m really sorry for missing your calls and like not answering your messages, but I’m also not sorry at all because I blocked you for a reason. It was really hard for me to do, but you hate cats and I am just not about that life. So please stop calling me, Uncle Enzo, or I will change my number altogether! Oh! And Da-I mean Masamune says hi.”

☺: for a happy voicemail

now that the platonic nature of the small boy’s interest in him had been well-established, all the unease the tall male had felt toward him seemed to dissipate. in the place of barbed wire, there were wreaths of roses delicately wrapped around his manner of speech. if asked to explain why that was, the despondent male would struggle and deflect. luckily, eun jae had not asked yet. or, perhaps, the fragile boy was worried that the delicate truce between them would be broken if he did. 

it was in the spirit of their new and unlikely friendship that maxxie had invited him out, despite every nerve in his bodily circuit screaming at him to stay home and waste another night away clinging to bottle after bottle. it took willpower to leave the flat, albeit with a whiskey-stained mouth and tousled hair that still managed to look purposefully unkempt despite the reality of his dishevelled state. the way the tendrils of brown hair fell into his eyes almost looked artful, as did the smudged and faded eyeliner framing the dark pools of his eyes. 

though a part of him still felt their neighbourly status was still a stroke of bad karma, it worked in his favour this time as he made his way to the floor he knew eun jae’s apartment to be on. he travelled using the elevator that opened within the penthouse flat he lived in, leaning back against the reflective side of the elevator so he wouldn’t have to look himself in the face and feel like a goddamn hypocrite over his actions.

he wanted to believe he was taking eun jae with him out of the kindness of his heart, but since he had no such thing, the more logical answer said a part of him must want to make use of him in some way, if only for the night. if only because he would have to face mari tonight and it would be easier if he gave her plenty of reasons not to approach him. 

“” - A TEXT THAT WASN’T SENT

MAXXIE (03:02 AM): hey, you might think i’m just drunk MAXXIE (03:02 AM): because i am. i am drunk, but i am also serious.MAXXIE (03:03 AM): but i really value you / our friendship

✘ - A HATEFUL TEXT

MAXXIE (02:00 PM): i am surrounded by fucking moronsMAXXIE (02:00 PM): and honestly i question what purpose living serves when the people you’re forced to deal with are suffocating, exploitative and callousMAXXIE (02:01 PM): there’s not a single person i know who doesn’t want to use me. MAXXIE (02:01 PM): fuck them. fuck all of them. fuck everyone. i’m never going to listen to or write music again. i’d rather 

$ - AN ACCIDENTAL TEXT

MAXXIE (12:34 PM): for the last fuckin’ time stop texting me and stop manipulating me with your cute dog, i’m busy!!!MAXXIE (12:35 PM): aw shit, hoseok that wasn’t meant for you. please erase it from your memory.

♀ - A HEARTBREAKING TEXT

MAXXIE (04:53 AM): there’s still a lot i haven’t told youMAXXIE (04:53 AM): about me and like… for example,MAXXIE (04:53 AM): why i missed your last birthday. there are times, hoseok, when i am not myself. MAXXIE (04:54 AM): and when i can feel that happening i might sure the people i care about the most are nowhere near me.MAXXIE (04:54 AM): it scares me; the lack of control. i don’t wantMAXXIE (04:55 AM): i don’t want to hurt anyone. i don’t want to hurt you. MAXXIE (04:56 AM): so if anything ever seems even slightly different about me. whether it’s the way i dress or … speak… or anything like that. i want you to pretend not to know me and just.. stay away. MAXXIE (04:57 AM): please. 

⁇ - A DRUNK TEXT