#minstletoes

Hello again Mina! It’s nice to meet you again. Thank you for such a warm welcome, and it’s okay I enjoyed the lobby, it was fun. Sorry if it seemed like I didn’t like it. ^^; I just didn’t know how to interact all too well. But everyone seems so friendly and nice!

Thank you very much, Mina. [-smiles brightly to the girl before him-] My name is Seungri and if you need some help with anything, oh well. you already where to find me.

Oh, hello! {‘bows her head a little} Thank you. {‘she flashes a small smile to the other, tilting her head to the right} My name’s Jiyeon, and I’ll keep that in mind. Same goes to you though. If you ever need something, don’t be shy and visit me. I’m at Room #421. 

"Come on!!" Mina shouted at the superhero, which causes him to sigh loudly before he ate his fifth hot dog. The problem with his sidekick seemed to be that she was always in a hurry, and his problem was obviously that he was always very hungry. Flying around in a red cape cost a lot of energy, but clearly not enough as the tight purple costume didn’t fit about right on the 155 cm tall Jaewook, and he noticed he was flying closer to the ground every day. Once the fifth hot dog was finished, he looked down at the ground underneath him as he stood in front of the Eiffel Tower and Mina continued to sum up all the major problems they were supposed to take care off. “Stalin is on his way to Cattopia with an army of gummy dogs! There’s a fire in the chocolate factory and the fire fighters are sleeping for a 100 years because Beyoncé got pissed because they didn’t invite her for their birthday party and the panty ghost found Sohee’s secret drawer! AND YOU ARE SITTING THERE EATING HOTDOGS.” 

{`his eyes widened, quickly reaching his hand to the knob to open the door. No one had called him that name for almost six years now, and this girl who didn't seem familiar at all seemed to know more about him than he had expected. He stood with his arms crossed, leaning against the door frame as he narrows his eyes.} Who are you and why are you calling me {`raises the pitch of his voice slightly as he leered his head forward.} Oppa?

{`hearing the knock, he lets out a sigh as he places down his worn Nintendo 3DS. He whines lowly as he flailed his body about, annoyed that now it meant he had to get up from his cushioned bed and actually talk to someone. It was the second time that someone had disturbed his game of Pokemon during an intense battle. He trudges over towards the door, leaning close to peek through the door hole, seeing the stranger and grumbles.} If you're selling something, I'm not buyin' it.