neko atsume themed questionsfor @lwlaura

spots: what never fails to make you laugh?Kyungsoo contemplates about it for a second before beaming at the other. Indeed, his humor was a bit shallow and sometimes a generation late from the rest but he couldn’t care less. He would be rolling on the floor or slapping his knee whenever he heard good ones thrown at him. “Puns and bad pick-up lines. It always works its charm around me.”

bolt: name one thing you would like to accomplish in life“Be content,” he says simply with a shrug. He hasn’t given it much thought, but it was what his heart screamed out the most. No matter how much he could afford to stay under a roof, parading in a fancy car, and clothing himself with branded clothes, at the end of the day, they’d prove to be meaningless if they lacked the luster to stay essential in his eyes. What mattered most to him was more of an emotional contentment than a physical one or in terms of financial stability or security. He digs deeper than most individuals, naturally. “Just happy and content, regardless of how I turn out to be.”

santi had a variety of friends from a variety of places ( several warlocks, vampires and even a tea dragon ), but he’d never actually found a witch who was worth is time. there was an influx of frauds in the most recent millennia, due to a multitude of books and shows romanticizing the far too difficult craft, and some managed to find their way into the downworld. 

The thick stripes of sticky caramel on her fingers are incriminating enough. She blinks blue doe eyes at him innocently, stops sucking the remnants of the treat off her index and middle fingers, and tries to lower her hands into her lap and out of sight as slowly and discreetly as she can. “What?” English, because she can’t Korean when her brain short circuits like this. “No– I–” Korean. And then, in English again, “Who would do that?” She pauses for a beat before giving a small, sheepish smile, trying to play up the I am a poor foreigner who maybe didn’t understand you just now act. 

The evidence was already displayed blatantly and yet he had the nerve the ask. Of course, he could not deliberately accuse a stranger, let alone a foreigner, of such things in a public park. His hand threads through his short locks, letting out an exasperated sigh. ‘Calm down, calm down. It’s not like it’s the end of the world, Kyungsoo.. Don’t-- Okay, she sucked her finger. That’s kind of h- I mean- No. Popcorn. Must avenge popcorn.. But, ugh.. Must remain a good citizen of Seoul..’ He kept that tiny voice in his head repeating those words as though it would help, but it wouldn’t budge. Caramel was his favorite and he happened to buy that from the vendor who gave him a freshly popped batch. “This,” he pointed at the bucket, noting possessiveness with his stern tone. “Mine.” His English sounded like Neanderthal’s first few grunts with his low voice like that, but it was clear for an average Korean nonetheless. 

Instead of pointing at the other bucket of popcorn, barely touched and glazed with butter on top, he offered something different: a caramel-dipped apple. Truthfully, he had the basics of the English language up his sleeve but upon seeing her, he retaliates with an act of his own.