Feb 14, 2017
Valentines with B.A.P Yongguk. (✿ ♥‿♥)
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Valentines with B.A.P Yongguk. (✿ ♥‿♥)
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Moomin 2 #28
by A. Agran & C. Colsher (2017)
The smirk was a mere facade of all the confusion inside of the boy as he approached the deity. Would he recognize him? Did any of Yongguk's siblings approach the god already? What if he wouldn't want to see the demigod? Or any demigods for that manner. "Dionysus." He eyed the man in front of him for another second or two before he simply raised his eyebrow. How the hell does one continue a conversation? Yongguk surely didn't know. Fuck.
Dio’s focus had been ensnared by the mobile device for the last half hour. People expected much more of a god like him when it came to the contraption, and he had every intention of mastering snapchat before the end of day. At first his interest was close to null, but when a companion had asked if he had the app, he was forced to play dumb. Followed by a searing burn of regret when the promise of nudes were retracted. Apparently it was an application rampant with the things, and if Dio enjoyed anything, it was a good nude. Though he still preferred the benefits of seeing it in person. Beggars couldn’t be choosers.
So when the sound of his name brokered through the tutorial set on loop, he spared a look, prepared to sneer and claim he was busy earning his nudie prize. The thought slowed on the end of his tongue, now buzzing with surprise. Whatever the past meant, there was no helping the slow widening of his grin and the brass of a laugh rumbling in the back of his throat. “Why you sonuva’ gun.” Snapwho? Before much else could be done or said, he wrapped a large enthusiastic arm around his son’s shoulders, tugging him in half-greeting half-chokehold, who knew. “Just couldn’t resist your old man, could you? Knew you’d turn up without this whole mask business- covers up those good looks you all got from me.” Smoldering corvettes and unimpressed glares faded in the background of their sudden reunion, always pleased to see one of his little shits, no matter what he’d said.