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     DJ was blown away by the city. He had just arrived in South Korea the day before and he had immediately been grateful that he didn’t need to sleep like a human. There would be no way he could see all the country had to offer otherwise. He had been more places than he could count, but Seoul was truly breathtaking. 

     He was wandering the streets, glancing through the guide book he had found abandoned on a train seat. There were so many places he was eager to visit, and the book included some helpful phrases in Korean which, thanks to his advanced learning algorithms, he was memorizing quickly. If only he had also found an English to Korean dictionary, then he’d be perfectly set to explore. As it was, he was just planning on picking up what he could of the language as he wandered. Just one of the many upsides to being an android.

     He was wondering how he could get to Gyeongbokgung palace and looked up from his book once again to get his bearings. A flash in the crowd caught his eye as a phone falling from the pocket of a young man caught the light of the setting sun. It hit the ground, but the owner continued walking, seemingly unaware of its absence. DJ picked up the device and looked around for the man it belonged to. He saw him, but his form was quickly being swallowed by the shuffling throng of people. Uh oh. Better catch up to him before he was gone forever.

     DJ took off at a jog, trying to navigate the crowd on the sidewalk without accidentally shoving anyone into the street. He wasn’t able to move very fast like this. He began calling out to the young man.

Oh. Maybe that was a bad thing to mention. Skyler definitely noticed the change in Jung’s posture, brows furrowing for a moment. Did he not like dogs? No... It was probably a fear. Most likely a fear, judging from his friend’s tone.

The brunette peered over the edge of the balcony, shrugging lightly. “Yeah, it was probably just the wind,” he assured Jung, casting a grin towards the other. “It sounds a lot like a howl inbetween the buildings, doesn’t it?” If it was the wind, then they didn’t have anything to fear.

Well, except for maybe being blown off of the building.

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The honest truth was that Echo really missed playing video games. He missed it almost as much as he missed reading. Sometimes he would just listen to Lets Plays but he also occasionally went to the arcade to listen to others enjoying themselves. He had really liked arcades Before and he missed being able to participate. But this was enough...he could enjoy others having fun at least. The sound of life and laughter set him at ease even if the amount of people made him a little uneasy.

Though with so many people in such close contact he had a little trouble navigating around them. Though there was one game in particular that Echo enjoyed playing that he did not actually need his sight for. He did not know the name of it or what it actually looked like but he could play it without sight since it was a rhythm game. It would give different little sound queues and Echo would be able to just tap the correct buttons in succession. He missed his rpgs and dating sims but this was fun as well.

     he’s taking a selfie of himself--he’s feeling cute, that’s why!  in a (relatively) new cropped jacket and a floral dress perfect for spring, he’s about to snap a picture when he notices the absent-minded face in the background glancing at the screen. turning, he offers the stranger a friendly, radiant smile.  “ eh?  you wanna be in the pic too?? ”

———— “ No money, no money! ”

  He kept repeating in Korean (hoping they would understand despite his horrid pronunciation), hands up in surrender. Seoul was a relatively safe place, every time he visited he never had a problem with the locals. In fact, he mostly visited the tourist populated sections of the country so to the locals, seeing a foreigner was not an uncommon sight. However, being a foreigner also meant having plenty of money and so-- Dimitri found himself in this uncomfortable situation of being mugged. 

                                       “   it’s   because   it’s   lonely   to   be   on   my   own   so   often   that   it’s   better   i   don’t   get   attached   ,   ”          the   MURMURED   RESPONSE   comes   with   mournful   ,   guilty   overtures   .   embarrassment   ensconces   his   svelte   frame   in   uncertainty   .   a   glance   through   thick   lashes   gives   away   just   how   AWKWARD   this   conversation   feels   to   the   normally   cheerful   man   .   where   did   his   SMILES   &   LAUGHTER   go   ?   the   wraith   ,   the   leech   attached   to   his   soul    ,    answers   his   self - reflection   with   an   eerie   cackle      -----  of   course   that’s   why   he   speaks   with   such   melancholy   .   the  negativity   wears   on   him   ,   like   a   constant   weight   against   his   shoulders   &   sometimes   ,    he   finds   himself   unable   to   ignore   it   .

                                                  with   this   realization   comes   a   halfhearted   smile   .    the   GUILT   STILL   CLINGS   to   him   but   he   makes   an   effort   to  shake  himself   free   of   it   .    the   effort   becomes   a   physical   event   as   he   pinches   his   own   cheek   in   the   same   way   one   might   pinch   themselves   to   see   if   they’re   dreaming   .    the   stretch   of   his   lips   becomes   more   genuine   as   the   dull   sheen   leaves   his   eyes   ,            “   ah   ,   i’m   sorry   .   SELF - PITY   really   isn’t   a   good   look   ,   is   it   ?   i   really   appreciate   you   listening  !!   ”

     “ H-Huh?! Jung-jung and me? I mean... s-sure, I thought about  HOLDING  his hand once or twice, but that wasn’t even in the ‘I wanna get on a horse and ride off through the sunset with him’ kind of context; besides, don’t you think he deserves way better than me? ”

    For once, she was so embarrassed at the implication behind that suggestion, Vivian couldn’t help slipping into her native tongue while speaking. Truth be told, she did wish to initiate innocent platonic touches against his skin and did idly wonder what he would be like during sex, but considering him to be a potential love interest? No, something like that had never once occurred to Vivian.