#holylace

despite  having  nearly  a  decade  to  get  used  to  the  curse  inflicted  on  him  by  his  dumbass  father's  poor  life  decisions  and  pissing  off  the  wrong  person  (  dragon  ??  )  ,  zane  doesn't  think  he'll  ever  get  over  the  pure  discomfort  of  when  his  tail  is  confined  by  whatever  clothes  he's  wearing.  sure  —  new  york  is  full  of  weird  people  and  one  of  its  charming  features  is  the  uncanny  ability  of  no  one  giving  a  shit  at  something  weird  because  it  wasn't  their  business.  zane  had  moved  past  the  initial  trepidation  and  begrudgingly  gotten  used  to  creating  a  hole  in  his  pants  for  his  tail  to  comfortably  move  around.  as  far  as  today  ,  it  was  fucking  cold  out  and  these  were  a  new  pair  of  pants  that  he'd  forgotten  to  deal  with  so  now  his  extra  appendage  was  uncomfortably  tickling  his  back  as  it  stay  pressed  there  underneath  his  sweater  and  jacket.  always  fun.  not  to  mention  knotted  fur  he'd  have  to  deal  with  considering  how  fluffy  it  was.  something  zane  would  relatively  be  proud  of  on  a  normal  day  ,  but  not  so  much  when  he  considered  the  effort  it  would  take  in  maintenance.  huffing  out  a  breath  and  frowning  at  the  sight  of  it  floating  away  in  front  of  him  ,  zane  enters  the  pet  shop  and  pauses  as  he  glances  around  to  see  if  there  were  any  signs  to  guide  him  to  the  cat  section.  copper  hues  blink  before  settling  on  the  cashier  at  the  nearby  register.  zane  can  feel  his  ears  twitch  as  he  notices  the  bunny  ears  on  the  boy  and  he  approaches  ,  head  cocked  to  the  side.  ❝  are  they  forcing  you  to  wear  those  for  easter  ??  ❞  zane  asks  and  stuffs  his  hands  into  his  sweatshirt  pocket.  his  next  thought  has  his  lips  twitch  up  in  a  ghost  of  a  smirk.  ❝  or  are  you  just  a  furry  and  that's  why  you  work  at  a  pet  shop  ??  ❞

[ sms to ren ren: ] well anytime you fancy, then. your key's on top of the frame.

this is only part of his agenda for the evening but it feels pivotal. he hopes the diction choice is enough for soren understand the intended meaning; that his fears are made up of hours over thinking the gift of a flat key. it had been easier with cherry. there hadn’t been the complication of it. keung tucks his hands into his pockets and waits on the other side of the door for soren to come home.

An empty penthouse and the sound of his own footsteps echoing through the entryway is enough to make anyone feel lonely, but Henry has a special brand of loneliness built from inside of his own head. Missing his mother is a difficult thing to go through on a normal day, but on the day that he needs her the most, it’s just a whole other level of aching --- a whole other level of wanting, of wishing. Maybe that’s why he called Kyu up, why he about broke down crying to him on the phone, why he needs him to come here despite the way things have been going lately, or maybe because of it. It’s been a while since he last saw him, since they were together, but he doesn’t quite know what to expect. All he does know is that he needs to get lost in someone, in something, at least for a little while. At least for tonight.