#llthal

“your questions are sometimes so confusing,” kida replies in english, her british accent thick. lifting her gaze, she looks at him, brows furrowed slightly in confusion. “i’m lost, jasper. why are you asking me this again?”

jasper could only chuckle, mostly towards his fisted hand as he tried to not let her hear them too much. “oh, forgive me. i forgot you’re not in tune with younger people’s language today.” he retorted with the same language and accent as she did, all before he took a sip of his drink. “what i’m trying to say is, you’ve been complaining for almost half an hour and frankly, i’m getting sick of hearing it. why don’t we talk about something more uplifting, yes? anything good that happened to you today?”

With the suit and mask on, Seokmin was almost a different person. He was more crass, more blunt-- more confident. Without the cover of the red spandex, however, was a completely different story. He was still snarky and annoying, but there was one thing missing. His confidence. After all, it was rather difficult to be pleased with one’s physical appearance when your face had a giant fucking scar running across it, and when the rest of your body still bore marks and reminders of the battles you had gone through. Seokmin wasn’t an attractive being-- at least, he didn’t think so. 

Due to these insecurities, the male prefered to go to the gym as early as possible. He couldn’t exactly work out in his ‘Deadpool outfit’, and had to instead make do with face masks and hoods, in a meager attempt to cover the jagged line running across the expanse of his features. However, it seemed that someone was already using the facilities, much to the mercenary’s annoyance. Well. This wouldn’t do. He’d have to get her to leave somehow. The mornings were his time, dammit.

Walking over to the girl, he coughed slightly, keeping his head ducked as to hide his face. “You know, I hear this gym is a favorite for drug deals. Especially this early in the morning. And you know they kill--” He spat out the last word, for extra emphasis, “--anyone that just happens to be here when their plans are going down. But I mean, you can stay. If you want. If death is what you want. Is that what you want? To be chopped into nine thousand different pieces and thrown into the ocean?!”

                                                                                          …  @llthal!

“eh, i’m used to it-- kidding.”

“on what grounds, miss han?”

“..when did you get to be this adorable?”