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insignificance. she doesn’t like to be thought of as an after thought, to be forgotten. she loves attention, even if that’s not obvious immediately. 

Outfit fittings were quite literally the bane of Daisuke’s existence. Four years into their career and the stylists that BC hired were still having a hard time dressing Daisuke because of his height. Standing at a solid one hundred and ninety five centimeters, Daisuke was usually the tallest person in whatever room he entered, and he was the tallest member of CHARM. He knew that it was hard to find clothes that properly fit him and his proportions, but they’d been working together for four years, they should know something by now. He stood in front of the mirror, watching as the stylists measured and tugged at his clothing, his eyes flickering over to where Pyung stood, already dressed. “Must be nice being normal sized,” he commented lightly. 

[outgoing —> pyung] it’s occasions like this that i normally would download something to watch [outgoing —> pyung] maybe… poker? i’ve always wanted to learn [outgoing —> pyung] anyway, weird fact time ㅋㅋㅋ [outgoing —> pyung] did you know the heart of a shrimp is located in its head??

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