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Mocha.
Mocha: Name one of your guilty pleasures.
Oh dear. It's not so much guilty as... I like using the most embarrassingly endearing petnames for people as I can, just to see them grimace or whine about it. It's really cute to watch. For example those could include pookie, shmoopsie, and babycakes. Along with many more.
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jihvs:
“N-Ne, I know…” His voice was shaky, but he lifted his head to look up at the boy, lower lip caught in between his teeth as he gave a small nod.
Diedi still looked pained as he sat back once again. "No you don't, you never have--" He whispers under his breath as he looked down at his hands. "I-I just want you to know I care, and I worry.."
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It is rare that Luhan takes interest in someone without the desire to have them bleeding or moaning in his grasp. So rare it almost never happens. But there are occasions where that sudden general unfiltered interest in a person rises. This happens to be one of those times.
It was purely on a whim that he decided to enter the art supply store that dimming evening, but he did. And he supposes that if he didn't the wonderful painting would have never caught his eyes, and really, it was just lovely, and that would have been a shame wouldn't it. And the boy was probably too curious for his own good. So that was why he was leaning his elbows on the counter and jutting a thumb at the canvas with the question of, "Excuse me, do you know who painted that?" in hopes to get wind of the artist because surely who could create something as pretty as that. He got his answer though, a grunt and head jerk from the old man behind the counter, which was followed by the pointing of a bony finger at a young boy who seemed to be inspecting some paints, or staring off in to space, it was hard to tell from here.
