#fcxsiren

however, now she was still utterly lost and she had yet to find another living soul in this rundown area of busan. she could see why it wasn’t a frequently visited area, by her or anyone else. it was definitely one of the hardest hit areas, which she could tell but the general state of everything in this area. and honestly she just needed help getting back to familiar areas.

unwanted and unexpected effects are definite.

{' he had already learned all the tables and was now taking orders; his complaints ignored. breathe in, breathe out. running a tired hand through his hair, and once again walked out with the false friendliness.}

(` glances up at the sound of her door creaking open, a smile flitting to her features as she sets the pencil in her hand down to give the incoming student her full attention ) that’s not a problem, dear. this semester we’ll be studying land by park kyongni, the tale of chunhyang shin jaehyo and chul choryong, the hen who dreamed she could fly by hwang sunmi, and for our poetry segment flowers of a moment by un ko. (` a pause, as she realizes that this may be too much to remember, the young woman files through a small stack of papers and extends a reading list toward the male along with a copy of the first book ) here. come to class tomorrow, okay? (` another easy smile ) i wouldn’t want you falling behind. 

{ / it takes approximately five entire seconds for reality to catch up with him – the whole ‘aha moment’, only with humiliation and a feeling that suggested he literally remove a manhole cover and jump down into the sewers to live there for all eternity with the rats and fecal matter because all he is trash that needs to be taken out. if he had been a cartoon his eyes would have bulged and expanded out of their sockets, however, being restrained by the laws of physics and biology the lids only pull back slightly, widening as he hastily releases the innocent boy. or, apparently innocent? fumbling, the once violent hand is rehabilitated and clasps onto the abused piece of scientific literature, forever destroyed, and he vaguely considered hosting a burial for the friend of mankind } oh my god. { / he might be muttering, and honestly he feels slightly clammy, like he had consumed too much caffeine even though he hadn’t eaten all day, or much that day before that. wait, maybe he had a cup of something black this morning? his brow scrunches up, and he bites the inside of his cheek, trying to collect his thoughts } i didn’t leave it anywhere. actually, i left it in the dorm but my roommate’s a decent guy, i can vouch for him. it’s a library book – i retrieved it two days ago around four in the afternoon…wait. { / now contemplative of malicious behavior, he eyes the unfamiliar boy, the question replying in his head and something sour numbing his tongue } i did have it with me during classes yesterday, although i find the pretense of someone being vulgar enough to take the book and strip it of its pages to be ridiculous and without logical reasoning. for example; why would the crime be committed in that timeframe? for a vendetta? i’m not sold on it… { / with his suspicions arising his pupils focus in on the long haired boy, his stare scrutinizing and fingers antsy, tapping against the novel. } what do you know? { / alright, it was a bit accusatory, but he could admit that later, after the mystery was solved }

-she looks down to where he was pointing, holding up the book again-  Oh, this is just a manhwa I'm reading.  It's a translation of a Japanese series.  -smiles-  About a girl who has mutant abilities.  Silly, huh?  -is obviously trying to make a lame joke-

{ / the level of done he was reaching should (to ensure mental equilibrium aka sanity) be unfathomable to human beings and yet - here he was, two seconds from collapsing on the floor and curing into a ball in hopes that he could manipulate his cells to become so infinitesimal that he literally wills himself out of existence. this, obviously, was the only solution to a terrorized copy of Michio Kaku’s Parallel Worlds, as someone with a brain of tar had thought it appropriate to rip out a series of pages in the midst of a compelling explanation of the probability of meteor impact in several centuries - because why the fuck not? no one read anymore, it was a myth, right? } { / the novel was destined to be saved by his hands, knuckles turning white as the clutch became suffocating, and journeying down the corridors of the dormitory he walked rather blindly on a mission to demand the culprit be found and maybe subjected to punishment of being burned at the stake, or at least, mild verbal scolding and a reduction of privileges - no one messed with Michio Kaku’s work, no one. at one point he even began to grumble this mental dialogue underneath his breath } i am going to get into law school just so i can get this felon life in prison. { / like so, and thus he yanks a door open with enough force to pay harm to his balance, but it couldn’t be compared to a figure very much alive nearly running into him as if the world had gone backwards and that is what people did nowadays, run into people and mutter some incoherent spell of evil } you. { / maybe it was nonsensical, but caught up in the moment of pure adrenaline rage, his free hand shot out, grabbed the stranger’s shirt, and for the hell of it (because what fun was being a shape-shifter if he couldn’t abuse his power sometimes?) let his eyes morph back to their natural yellow } did you do this? { / and furthermore the book was shoved in the face of the boy, aggressively waved back and forth, because that elucidated a world of information }