#junismo

Ah, what a bummer. Just when he hoped he might spend a peaceful day in the city, rest his eyes from the computer screen, something like this happens.

“The whole street?” he repeats, scratching the back of his head as he attempts to wrap his head around the situation. “Sucks. Damn. A guy can’t even go get coffee these days, can he?” A strained laugh slips past his lips, even though this wasn’t really a laughing matter. Then again, he didn’t really take many things seriously.

“Who’d wanna bomb this place, though? I don’t get it.” His expressions turns into a frown, and if he was any dumber he’d probably ignore all police warnings and go investigate by himself. Probably. But, alas, he wasn’t that much of an idiot. “Maybe it’s best if we just– uh,  stayed away, don’t you think?”

"the whole street.” sei answered the boy with the exact same phrase, hands running over the strands of his hair in slight frustration. he was supposed to take the shortcut to his workplace, but it seemed as if it’s impossible when policemen are running in chaos as if the whole situation is a replication of the zoo. the japanese male merely shrugged at the stranger’s words, soft chuckles escaping his lips. 

Men liked to fight. Boys liked to fight. Jun considered himself somewhere in between a boy, a man and a brat, so, naturally, he got into fights more often than not.

It wasn’t uncommon for him to sport a bruised eye, a busted lip – sometimes even a broken nose. But it’s not like anyone cared.

So when the girl approached him with what seemed to be concern, all he did was scoff and turn away, wiping at his mouth.

“Do I look like I’m okay?” His hand came away bloody. If he was younger, maybe he would have flinched at the sight, but he was used to this by now. “Why do you care, anyway?”

Gory fights rarely happen in public, at least her decision of gory anyway. If people wanted to hurt each other, blood spattering across places, they’d find a better place to do that instead of on the street in the broad daylight. 

Upon seeing the male laying on the floor, she felt the need to look after him with her knowledge of first-aid and all. Kneeling down, keeping her hands off of him, she furrowed her brows in, well, minor concern only to receive a snark back from the young boy. 

It was her her defense mechanism -- an eye for an eye, if you’re rude to her, there was no reason for her to be nice to you. Others would know their manners, but not Haru. Rudeness rolled off her tongue easily since she learned to defend herself with her mouth. 

( ask meme. )

His reaction is nothing but a very defeated whimper, lower lip jutting out into the smallest of pouts as he tugs on her sleeve.

“Come on! Just one kiss! It’s not gonna kill you! I promise!”

He wraps his arms around her, squeezing her tight, lips puckering up in an attempt to kiss her– not that he was really gonna do it without her permission. It’s not that he couldn’t, it’s the fact she’d probably bash his face in. So, for now, until he’s got her consent, all he does is press his lips to her cheek before pulling away.

“I guarantee you that you’ll be begging for more once you get a taste of these.”

The brunette rolls her eyes at the other, a prominent scowl on her face as she yanks her arm back from him.

“You know what? It just might kill me. I’d rather lick the bottom of your shoe.”

When he embraces her, Lola keeps her arms glued to her side, not reciprocating the hug in the slightest. She scrunches her nose and pulls her head back away from his lips, looking at Jun in disgust. Deep, deep, deep down, the female actually found the situation quite amusing. He didn’t need to know that, though. She arches an eyebrow at his comment, chuckling sarcastically.