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       Luhan had been lost in thought when he looked at the other's clothing. He could have sworn he had seen this all before, it felt oddly familiar to him, and he couldn't quite put his finger on the reason until the male had spoken up, stirring the dark haired male's attention so that he was now looking at the other. It took him a moment to process what had been said, and he widened his eyes when he realized it might have been odd that he was staring at this person's clothing. "Oh, um. No, it's not that!" His voice was slightly frantic, a little worried over whether the other might think he was strange for doing so. "Sorry, I just..this feels familiar, like I've seen this all before. They have a name for that, right? Dae...Da.... Ah, I can't really pronounce it."

I am not dumb, for I have the ability to speak.

Krystal frowns, looking out the window as the rain began to fall. Still, her yellow umbrella is missing. I still think someone stole it. She thought to herself, putting up her hood before running out the door. Looking down at her timer, her eyebrow quirks up in confusion. It’s counting down. “Huh, I thought it would be another year or so.” The young magician shrugs her shoulders before making her way down the streets.Since it was raining, just maybe she’ll find that person that stole her yellow umbrella. In the crowd of black and clear umbrellas, she finally spots her bright yellow umbrella. Picking up her pace, she runs after the person. “HEY! YOU WITH THE YELLOW UMBRELLA.” She calls out, hoping that it would catch his attention. “That’s—-” The faint sound of beeping rings in her ear, looking down at the timer, it finally it zero. “That’s my umbrella! Give it back!”

Truthfully, these days he doesn’t read many books. He simply loves wasting his time on wandering around and skateboarding. However, he enjoys good horrors and criminals. Let it be the classic Anne Rice or Steven King. 

'Honestly, why does it have to be so fucking cold?' Zitao absolutely despised the cold. If cold was an actual person, he’d gladly take a punch at them for even existing. Some say he feels too strongly about the this type of weather, but he’s been around long enough to put up with it and he’s sick of it. So it’s common to see the male wrapped up in a thick scarf paired with his favorite (fluffy) winter coat, and a pair of gloves. If it was up to him, Zitao would just hibernate throughout all of winter and then fully function for the rest of the seasons. So here he was, waiting at a bus stop that would take him back to his cozy apartment where Candy, his Maltese puppy, was probably waiting for him to feed her. The incubus’ scarf was shielding half of his face, his hands buried deep within the pockets of his coat, and a evident irritable expression settled on his face. He had already been waiting in the cold for about fifteen minutes, but the bus still hadn’t come and he was ready to scream and shout. Luckily, he couldn’t as he was just too cold to really react. Zitao vaguely noticed another figure approach the stop and began to wait as well. Both figures now huddled in the warmth of their own coats. Several minutes passed, the silence filled with the occasional sound of a car passing by or a group of friends laughing as they walked down the sidewalk, before Zitao heard a muffled voice. ❝The cold and I don’t mix.❞ The incubus’ gaze slid over to the person a few feet away from him, the male obviously just as cold as him. He knew the other must have been talking to himself and obviously said it a bit too loud, but before he could stop himself, Zitao responded in a shaky voice. “You would think the bus driver would at least hurry the fuck up in this weather for people like us, but apparently not.” To say the least, the male was a bit grumpy.

Aigoo, Lucario. You’re such a sweet dork. -laughs- Thank you very much for these adorable compliments, I don’t disagree with them. -grins- Saranghae! -throws him a heart-

The fact that she made herself sound like a kid by suddenly raising her voice in front of a stranger didn't seem to hold any importance for the young idol; the sight of the snow timidly starting to coat the pavement wouldn't let her conceal the enthusiasm, after all. It wasn't until a rather tall youth seemed to openly share such feeling that she snapped out of her jolly trance, head somewhat tilted in curiosity to catch sight of the owner of the voice. Her lips curled in a gentle smile at his words, unconsciously so, and a single nod soon followed. ❛ I guess I made it obvious, didn't I? Honestly-- I wasn't even aware I'd said it out loud, my bad. ❜ Not that she was actually sorry, but she'd keep that bit to herself. ❛ Then again, who doesn't like snow— ❜