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     《― He pursed his lips to her words, biting the inside of his cheek to keep himself from bursting. He had practiced lying, and it was barely noticeable if he was doing it or not, so how did this person know that he was? Maybe they just thought that he was, and used this kind of method to make sure of it. Strange method, but it worked. By pursing his lips and biting the inside of his cheeks, he had blown his cover and would have to speak for his actions.

"I did not think that it would matter," He said, shrugging his shoulders after. "I honestly thought I would never see you again, and as one lie pops up, more follow along. It was sort of your fault for dragging yourself into all of this," he nodded to himself, agreeing to his own words and hoped that the latter would understand his point of view. Lately he had made people mad by his actions and words, maybe this one would be a little better. "One thing is true though, I do enjoy your presence,"

Her fault for dragging herself into this? All she'd been doing was telling him what he needed in order to get better at what he supposedly told her he wasn't good at. Decomposing computers and their systems was something she really enjoyed doing by herself, she should have put herself in the technology program but there was no way her mother would have allowed it. It was fine though, long as she was not forbidden from doing it at home, she was fine with it.

She'd met the guy all but once and he'd seemed so eager that she told him what she knew, she was always eager to talk about the many ways of hacking through a system without being noticed and beating a record time while doing so too. But then she'd gotten home and figured she had to make sure of who he was, call it a hunch, call it something itching at the back of her mind but Haeri had this sense that she had to and what she'd found out did not please her. Because wherever the law was involved, it never pleased her. It was no coincidence that she found him again, she made this happen. Him sitting here in front of her trying to act as if he was still interested in something that he clearly knew more about than he let her believe the last time so the words were out before she could stop herself and he was telling her she got herself into this?

( ’ there’s nothing she’saware of when she’s focused, when the muse is there, sitting in the back of her mind with this need to be drawn, to be putting quick strokes against the empty space offered to her eyes and fingers so she brushes and paints and forgets the world. until at least she feels a weight on her shoulder and jolts with a yelp that does not come out thankfully instead she’s frozen in her startling moment before she hears who just disrupted her. but truth is only a handful of people are allowed to just barge in this way ebony being one, her family coming second and lately soohyuk has just managed to slide himself in. let it be clear she did not let him in, he let himself in and she tolerates it now. barely. she’s turning around with a sharp glare—forget the rise of colour on her cheeks and how he might be the cause of it—before he speaks and lets her go when she’s about to tell him off. besides the words he lets out has her glare faltering a little as she stares trying to remember if he’s telling the truth or not.)

[ message - sesshou ] no.

[ message - sesshou ] get up and get it

Even as she types the last message she’s tumbling out of her bed with a few groans and a few kicks, fixing herself to head out. She said no, she wanted to mean no and stay her little butt in her cozy bed. But she couldn’t.

There she sat, laptop in front of her but down on her bed, because what better position could she have but to be half bent over the screen of the lovely machine she would never replace.  First because believe it or not, Sash's entire life was placed inside of its hard drive, second because it would never cease to calm her down. Kind of a part of her she will never delete or cast aside. Put that aside though, she snickered at the replies she got, eyes scanning the screen of the laptop where she was waiting to start the match and down at her phone, swiping across it quickly, tongue against the corner of her mouth as her fingers typed away. 

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       ➚ Shut the fuck up.            Who are you saying no to?

She walked inside of the gallery as if she practically owned the room, which she did not. She could, but she did not. Either way, this wore more of Yubin's traces than anyone else's so even if Haeri told people that it was hers nobody would believe it. Probably that if she ever decided to own a gallery the art that'd be hung in there would traumatize the whole bunch of them.

They'd run away either scared for life or shocked beyond words. Because that was an effect she liked having on people. But why was she thinking about that again? A frown etched along her features she started looking around for none other than the owner of the place. Because she'd said she was working, and truth be told it'd been awhile. The woman being the closest to the art she did was Yubin without any doubt, so even if it hadn't been awhile since they'd known each other.

Haeri had this sense of having known her for longer than just a few months. It was something she quite like dif she had to be honest, even if it happened a lot when it concerned her. Mainly though, it was one sided because she tended to always act like she knew people since they were children. A thing that would only apply to Ravi so she needed to stop doing that. But how to stop an automatic gesture, that was the one billion dollar question for Haeri.

Once again her thoughts were straying, so that when she couldn't find sight of the woman she was here to see.

[ sms → haeri ] Call me, I need help. [ sms → haeri ] Like now, fuck I broke my ankle and someone stole my shoe.

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       ➚ Whaaat, how do you even manage that in one day?            Is this how you're going to end the year,            with a broken ankle and a stolen shoe,            this is priceless. 

There was a sigh then, she could almost picture it all and yet it was amusing, in a way. She knew the woman to be more careful than that ,at least assumed she would be and there she was breaking her ankle and getting her shoe stolen. So that Haeri immediately dialed her number once that message was sent, to at least make sure of what she wanted.

    He wants to agree. Really, he does - book learning didn’t help him enough in the long run for him to consider it useful. He dropped out because of it. Street smarts only helped him to adapt to his environment. But there are some things that would be beneficial to know. 

    “Depends on what kind’a knowledge, Princess. Ain’t nobody gonna knock ya for sayin’ ya’ve got some power when ya know the king’s dirty secrets. Knowledge is leverage, and leverage gives ya power.” There’s a moment of pause and he’s appraising her, trying to figure out where, exactly, this will be taken if he were to continue. He could debate about either side of this for days. “But learnin’ shit in school… that’s not fuckin’ power. That’s a general fuckin’ education that ain’t doin’ nothin’ but to brainwash ya.”

She cocked an eyebrow, nonchalantly standing still with her hands in her pockets. He had a point, but still for her she had to say that knowledge by society's standards was definitely not what they'd call knowing someone's dirty secrets. What an odd way of putting it out too. In this society where everything that was considered as knowledge was anything that came out of a book, or an instructor's degree that they'd use to smoother you with as much studies as possible. Brainwash, like he'd say.

Sash let out a soft chuckle, tilting her head to the side, "Don't call me Princess." She had to clear that one thing out first, it was funny even to herself that this was the only thing she wanted to bother correcting first, but it was also because there was nothing else she had to correct really and it'd bothered her. "But I agree with your way of seeing it." 

She actually hadn't even planned on celebrating Christmas. But that was without counting that the whole crew wanted to do some sort of special night to celebrate it. So she had to be included. Which meant a trip to a bar first of, invading an establishment with loud obnoxious voices. Try putting up with telling a bunch of guys that you didn't want to celebrate when these guys knew that if they made you go it would frustrate you even more and were literally all out to ruin your life at any given occasion.

She wanted another girl in the crew seriously. This was too much, and she'd been ranting about it when the idea of maybe getting out of this with an excuse like she was about to go see someone came in her head and she tugged her phone out to text Sungkyung. So now she had to celebrate with someone, just great. 

But it was much better to steal a bottle from the table and run out of the booth the moment their coach told her she was free to go, flipping Junho off when the word coward! came out of his mouth before running out of the bar. Sungkyung getting her out of things she didn't want to do was becoming sort of a thing now, even if her friend literally did not know of it. 

She was so glad that she even had a grin on when she finally got to her apartment, giddy but at the same shaking from the cold. Even if seeing as she'd already downed a few glasses she was still a bit warm from what was still in her system.

"Yah!" She yelled before her knocks followed her voice. Her banging was more to provoke her friend than anything so they did not stop, not even when someone passed by and threw her a dirty glare.

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… Do I even want you helping me with my tree now? You’re advertising yourself pretty poorly.

I doubt your mother is the problem here.

Sure, sounds good. Need to dig out my own box before you get here. My tree is sitting there so bare, it’s almost sad.

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       ➚ What part of mom's the one at fault you're not registering hm, hm?            I'm the perfect decorator and designer, she just is pressuring me            and it makes me slip okay??Don't pressure me that's all I ask. 

       ➚ SHE IS. 

Before replying to the last message, she made to look for the box. Asking to bring it without knowing where she even put it, that was definitely something she did often. But if her memories were right, she'd find it tucked somewhere safe in a corner of her closet. Which indeed proved to be right as she came back from said closet seconds later, dusting off the box and settling it on her lap, knees neatly folded under her weight. 

Then only did she get a hold of her phone back, flopping down on her back so she could reach the device, a quick swipe across the screen to get to Ebony's name in her contact list. A name she was quite proud of having figured out all by herself, though she wondered what the woman reaction would be, if she knew she had a nickname tucked somewhere in Hyeri's mind--and phone. 

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