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MADO AKIRA: are you particular about time?

Howon makes a face, almost as if allergic to the idea of tardiness. Examples coming to mind, each one adding more distaste to his expression. A meeting interrupted by apologies. A meeting that was unable to begin. Time wasted on waiting for paperwork, time that could be used anywhere else. Some things are unavoidable, uncontrollable but anticipation is a skill anyone can acquire and essential to those who work in his field. 

❈ — renji yomo: do you think you’re the caring type of person?

  Nina had never once willingly called herself a caring person. She couldn’t even seem to define what a caring person was, in her younger years she never had a ‘caring person’ in her life. Judging from that it seemed unlikely that she would even grow to be one. But perhaps it was already in the nature of her person?

  Ever since she had met Jongin and Yuuto, her stoic ways had wavered ever so slightly. Although it didn’t mean she would take any and anything under her protection, but she would fiercely protect those she deemed worth protecting. If that was enough, maybe she was.

nishio nishiki:is there anyone you hated at first but eventually came to like in your life?

ask meme: club penguin bansstatus: not accepting

“That doesn’t sound like something that would happen.” She tried untying the cord by pulling one of its ends, but to no avail. “It also wouldn’t make any sense.” Nayeon searched her pockets for something with the result being pure frustration. By walking around with a quinque all to herself the girl never had a simpler weapon - for example: a knife - with her. So her eyes stared at the boy’s tied hands and let out a sigh.

( ☀️ club penguin bans meme — no longer accepting ! )

she lets out an empty-hearted chuckle, shaking her head in disbelief all the while. of course, he, of all people, would act like this— it was just like him. as much as she wanted to forgive jackson for his great disappearing act all of those years ago, she knew it’d take some time to heal. maybe she’d reach the point of forgiveness one day, though, for now, she wasn’t sure when that would be. still, she was annoyed, resulting in yet another round of bickering with the boy like a pair of siblings.

club penguin sentence starters: not accepting!

he wants to laugh.

out of anger of irony he wants to laugh.

his features remain frozen, however, soft yet unchanging despite the situation. jungtae had become adjusted to keeping his expressions under lock and key and despite initial adoration towards jackson, as someone to look up to and inspire to be, something about his words makes his skin crawl.

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there was nothing he hated more than when a meal was cut short.

he drags the back of his wrist along the outline of his lips, cleaning the excess amount of flesh and blood from his lips and lets out a heavy, drawn out sigh. investigators were clouding the outside streets nearby, he’d spotted them just moments ago and it became clear his meal would go unfinished. she was a young, beautiful mealwoman– her skin was pale in the chill of the air, her hair was short and stopped at her jaw and her lips were tinted a dark shade, she’d matched the life of the night that surrounded them even in such an enclosed area— but she was far above beautiful now as she lay sanguine stained, what was once meticulous hair is now a dark, splayed out mass on the pavement below.

what a shame.

she was so frail now; his knee was pressed to her chest. all of him weighed down on her and left her breathing so, so shallow. yejun wasn’t one to stick around a burning building, after surviving three years in the 14th district, he knew more than enough when it wasn’t safe to stick around…and that time was now.  tips of his fingers dig into the wood on his half mask nestled in his thick hair at the top of his head and he slips the half mask over his eyes to stop just at the end of his nose so only his lips are revealed. the mask is old, wooden and splitting along the edge and in desperate need of replacing, however, yejun isn’t made of money and there isn’t a thing he can do about this in the moment so he tightens it around his head and in a flash is standing.

he doesn’t say anything; he doesn’t want to say anything to the dying woman at his feet. while a good meal she would have been, she is useless to him now, a waste of time and merely a distraction that was keeping him from fleeing to safety.

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out of all the things that could possibly go down that night, seeing his face had been pretty low on sooyoung’s list of things that were likely to happen. she’d only managed to catch a glance— one single look at the boy she once knew,— before he was gone. seemingly without a trace, her person of interest had swiftly turned a corner, leaving joy dazed and confused as she attempted to deduce just where he may have gone. jackson was good, but the investigator considered herself to be better.

safe to say, it didn’t take long to find the wandering renegade again.

taking to the shadows, she tries utilizing every skill in which their mentor had taught her regarding the art of stealth. it wasn’t difficult to accomplish (hell, she’d even consider it to be easy), given that she’s done her best to hone these skills throughout her the entirety of her life. she’d honestly be a bit disappointed if she actually allowed herself to be discovered— even if it wouldn’t come as a surprise. jackson received his training from the same exact man, so it’d only make sense if her attempts at remaining undetected came up short.

ah, isn’t it amazing when things work out the way you’d hoped? she’d gone out on a whim, yet it had turned out perfectly. given his particular route, it wasn’t difficult to figure out where his direction would lead him. with the help of a few shortcuts that most wouldn’t even bother to know (let alone take), joy manages to make her way ahead of the one she used to consider a brother. at the sound of his approaching footsteps against the wet pavement, she braces herself.

three, two, one.