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[text] I didn’t mean to send those pictures!
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Yifan’s beyond piss drunk, luckily enough, the bar hardly closes and the owner has a soft spot for Yifan being a foreigner down on his luck and all. “...And the fuckin furries, man…” The blond slurs in a mixture of English, Chinese and Korean as the owner mutters a ‘yeah, yeah’ while stumbling under Yifan’s deadweight as he’s being escorted to the gameroom of the bar. The older man shoves Yifan forward, Yifan tripping over his feet and landing on the pool table, ramming into someone else who’s already laying there equally as shit-faced if he wasn’t already unconscious. Yifan sees the lipstick marks on the other man’s face, the blond half laying atop the stranger and is too close for comfort. Slowly slipping off and laying on the unknown person’s arm, he’s still pressed against him. “He spilled my beer.” Yifan whispers with a raise of his arm, taking the last gulp of his unspilled beer before his arm falls, slowly letting the glass roll away down the pool table on the man’s other side, Yifan’s arm splaying across the guy’s torso as he blacks out.
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ϟ — Busan is a far stretch away from Seoul and that is exactly why Han goes there to buy his animal crackers and Pokémon color books. Dressed in an appropriate you-don’t-know- who-I-am-and-I-would-like-to-keep-it-that-way outfit (sunglasses and an Ash Ketchum inspired snapback) he wanders into a convenience store, pretending to be as non suspicious as he can. He slaps his products on the counter, masked by a few regular groceries, as he hums an innocent tune that sounds an awfully a lot like the first Pokémon theme song.