#fiore-jin

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“ who the fuck said i was controlling? ”   if it’s not controlling, it would be him being defensive and so suddenly. a click of his tongue, he’s running slender digits through his hair as he shoots a look at hoseok. confrontation isn’t something he feels foreign to, he’s deals with confrontation several times, but when it’s personal like this, it’s much different. the air turns heavy and he’s poking his tongue against his inner cheek followed by an annoyed click of his tongue against the roof of his mouth.

he closes his eyes with a sigh of defeat. suddenly memories of the past both with lovers, potential lovers and friendships flash by. he wasn’t that controlling, was he? granted that he was does in terms of work does have to do with controlling things, but when it comes to others, actually people. he wouldn’t control them on purpose, but now what hoseok says is stuck in his head and he can’t seem to let it go. irritation soon etching along his countenance as he glares to the side. eventually he opens his eyes, ocean blue hues gleaming as he scoffs. 

“ i may have been like that before, hoseok. ”    he’ll admit that much before letting out a laugh, rather in disbelief and nothing close to being amused as he flicks his lighter off and on, the flame igniting as quick as it’s blown out. he holds down the gas trigger of it, curling digits as he presses the area and lets the gas fill the space before flicking the lighter and letting the fire burst throughout the gas and flips the lighter around before setting it back down.    “ i couldn’t give a shit less about losing people anymore. if they want to leave, fucking let them. ”  he’s not at all salty, bitter or whatever else others would deem him to be. 

"Define rational and I might come up for with something different but for right now this seems pretty rational to me.” His tone was calm though he knew the remark was smart. “I say you just aren’t good at making deals, plus you get to see my face everyday how is that not a good deal?”

LATE NIGHTS...

sik had been cooking up some kimchi, something simple but still tasty as fuck. despite he could go all out and create the perfect dinner, he chooses this. he’s too lazy to put all his effort into a meal. as he finishes up with the preparations, he nearly drops his chopsticks as he was just about to settle a piece of the food into his mouth and coughs before spinning around. his gaze looks over to the android before shifting his eyes. his visage displays of an individual who has been caught through their bullshit lies—but there are no lies here; however, he can easily play along with such things.

    “ who said i was the one in love with you? i think it’s the other way around—i mean, it has to be, why else would have you have let a mark get away? ”   

of course it’s a light jest, laughter soon falling and he almost leans back against he stove which wouldn’t be so good. although his intake of sire vitae has been of its max lately and healing would take just a couple minutes depending on the severity of injuries, he’d rather not deal with the initial pain of feeling his skin burn before it’s back to normal. he scrunches his nose before returning his attention to the food before he’s shaking his head.

    “ shame, really. it would’ve made a beautiful horrific story of an android who fell in love with the revenant. so, so in love that she killed him. ”   

dramatic as sik can be, he leans away with the back of his hand against his forehead. it was, in fact, a dramatic pose. he shakes his head as he returns to his original position and places the food on a plate, setting the table. he takes a seat before gesturing the female come sit as well. despite her being an android, he still enjoys making food as if the two were truly going to have dinner together. he clasps his hands together, whether or not she would do the same with a bright smile. 

   “Don’t mean to bother, but have you seen two annoying toddlers?”