#mpkibin

@mpkibin -- continued from [ here ]

“Oh, Kibinnie, honey. Girls are really good at pretending to be put together-- all it really takes is a bit of lip tint and a good outfit,” Yuyan replied with a smile, flipping her curled locks over her shoulder with a dramatic flourish. She fancied herself to be someone especially good at pretending to be put together. It was fairly easy on most days-- she just had to pretend that things were exactly as they had been before. And on days that she couldn’t pretend... well, it was better to just stay home on those days.

cry babies | cont from here w/ @mpkibin ft muzen & kibin 

Lowering his hand into the offered bag of treats, Muzen casts the friend by his side a rather dubious side eye at his mention of needing more blood and violence. His lips purse a little before he gives a disapproving shake of his head. “I don’t know how you can like all that stuff, it makes my belly feel all icky, much like you must do after all these candies!” He exclaims with a small, cherub giggle as he prods at the demigods stomach. 

random text posts: still accepting

Siobhan couldn’t help the soft chuckled that she let out looking at her phone screen. She didn’t mean to alert her boss who looked over at her concerned as she sat at her desk in the ME office. She was meant to be filling out a couple reports but was instead texting Kibin after sending pictures of the wounds a murder victim came in with. Of course, she respected the victim’s privacy but, she knew Kibin would appreciate the pictures of the stab wounds for his own work. Her fingernails tapped along her phone screen as she typed out her reply.

[✉: kibinnie 👻] 1 img. attachment [✉: kibinnie 👻] i mean if you’re gonna work that hard to kill someone you gotta make sure you have some fun with it ya know--

ʀᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ᴛᴇxᴛ ᴘᴏsᴛs ♡ sᴇɴᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀs — ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛɪɴɢ !

there have been many instances thus far with kibin that minho has forced himself not to roll his eyes, and yet his self-restraint fails him as he finally allows himself to. he lets out a sigh and fixes the other demigod with a mostly uninterested and incredulous look — eyebrow arched and all.

“would you prefer if i called you ‘bad listener’?” he asks with a hint of sarcasm in his voice, and that’s just another consistency around this particular customer (if he can be called one at this point, considering how much he prefers to talk rather than purchase). honestly, minho never does have interactions quite like the ones with kibin whenever he’s at work; it’s either different and entertaining or long and tiresome, and he hasn’t found an in-between for that quite yet (nor has he been able to accurately deduct which interaction falls under which category).

he leans forward over the counter and rests on his elbows with the knowledge that their interaction won’t be ending anytime soon, deciding it’s far better to be as comfortable as possible throughout their (fortunate or unfortunate, he isn’t sure) time together. a beat of silence hangs in the air as he does, the gears in his mind turning; he isn’t sure if he should bother looping the conversation around back to step one to see if the other has become any keener on listening as opposed to staring after his remark. after all, it’s been a good few minutes of minho answering whatever odd questions about flowers kibin has decided to throw at him, and he’s fairly certain the smaller male is either truly listening (unlikely, he thinks, but not impossible) or spacing out in some way.