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Send me “Engage!” and I’ll generate a number and make a starter with that sentence.12. “Want to sing a duet with me?”

❝ Oh my– Junhee, come here! ❞ Solji looked around frantically for her companion while clutching to the cute pair of shoes she found. ❝ Look at this! It’s perfect. I think it’s on sale too. ❞ Eyes immediately fell onto the signage next to the displays, bright in color and huge in size, all for attracting customers like how it successfully did to Solji. ❝ Wah– You can buy two pairs with just 100,000 won! ❞

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Solji asked out of mere curiosity, Hana thought it was fair to share her own experience than what her eyes tend to see.

So when they got more situated and comfortable on the couch, proper space between their bodies. The young woman admitted to her partying tendencies. Hana doesn’t go out often to the clubs or parties like she used to, her body gives in when it presses into the mattress tiredly so she falls asleep in minutes. There was plenty of things she done, most people would regret but she didn’t. Might have caught the older off guard because usually after ‘mistakes’ happened, people usually say their regrets and how they should have known better.

In this case, Hana knows best but she’s more willing to drown in her messy addictions.

When Solji responds back, words dragged out of her parted lips. The younger nods her head in agreement. It was eventful, dangerous but she lives off of that and somehow she isn’t too disgusted with herself anymore. ❝Oh, yea’. Crazy shit like that is fun. The hangover -?❞ Adding on with a brow raised, arms lifted to stretch them lazily. Sheepish grin etched over her mouth with a casual shrug. ❝That is the downfall of it.❞

bring the heat 

   ⚾ “I thank you for tolerating me and my clumsiness.” And he was as truthful as he ever was grateful towards his friend. Normally, a casual outing of any sort would’ve gone, well, normal. But Lucas wasn’t any normal fellow, not the slightest bit. If clumsiness were measured as an achievement, the male collected all of the accolades. Whenever there was the chance for something to go wrong– which were many by the number, it did.  Many were comical, but the term “many” didn’t account for all of his acts of misfortune. There they were, walking along the street with bags of groceries occupying all four hands present. The weight of the contents inside the bag was just too much for its plastic material as it stretched and stretched until the handle snapped off. Of course, Lucas had happened to be standing atop of an inclined street. And of course, the vegetables and fruits rolled down the pavement showing no signs of ever stopping. 

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Everyone does. Solji wanted to tell him that, but the saying had been too overused throughout the years and she knows all too well that the man is fully aware of it too, finding it unnecessary now. Even she has her own secrets that only a few, if not none, has access to, so she really can’t blame him if he can’t tell her whatever he’s hiding. Besides, she already knows about him being a private detective, which practically gives him all the right to keeping as many secrets as he can. And now that she thinks about it, his words were actually uncalled for. Nodding nonchalantly, she keeps her gaze on him for another second before looking away. ❝ I didn’t mean you should tell me everything. I just– wanted to know a bit more. But I understand if you can’t. ❞ She smiles faintly, although genuine.