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Charlotte grimaced sheepishly when her heel landed on something that was decidedly not the hard floor of the club, reaching out a hand to touch the arm of the guy whose foot she had presumably just stepped on. She had been chatting with a few fans since their show had ended, so she hadn’t had time to pop into the back room to take off her stage shoes and outfit- and she was not too used to being so glammed up off the stage.

he usually visits jungjin’s place when he’s in need of company. well, jungjin’s or a few other people’s. but he’d been in the apartment building already and jungjin wasn’t home but woojin was, so han had casually invaded his friend’s apartment like it was a regular thing for him to do, and woojin hadn’t put up too much of a fight so once he’d gotten in, he’d not left anymore.

which means right now they’re lying on the bed together, han’s head tucked under woojin’s chin, allowing the older man to do whatever he wants to do to keep himself busy, while han is just lounging, utterly content to unwind from a busy day this way. and when he says busy day he mostly means he was alone for most of it and had no one to go to until now, when his friends are finally done  with work or school.

Cassandra immediately felt irritated by the male's appearance, and her fist twitched by her side. However, as he spoke, the demigoddess immediately softened. The chaotic woman had a few weak points, and those who seemed to know or enjoy Hexed's music seemed to be safe from the violent woman's tendency to chat through her hands.

"A Hexed fan?" She quirks her head, looking over at the male with interest. She had been surprised with the amount of people on the island who knew of them, but secretly, it just made the woman feel a sense of happiness that she seldom felt. For once, she felt that she had accomplished something.

Leaning against the nearby wall, she crosses her arms as she looks over them. "Who is your favorite?" She asks with interest, examining them without an ounce of shame. "Let me guess, Charlotte?"

Psyche smiled as she sat upon the bench in Central Park, her hands folded on her lap and fingers intertwined — She had asked the other to join her so they could simply just enjoy the outside air and of course one another’s company. She stared at the other and couldn’t help but to smile warmly at him and be rather thankful that he even agreed to come with her — She was finding it unbearable at times to attend to things alone, especially whenever she was longing for a friend to be there with her to enjoy the little things that she does. “Oh!” She chuckled a bit, eyes focused in on him as she watched him pluck a flower and very gently place it behind her ear. She was taken aback by the whole gesture and couldn’t help the ever growing smile that tugged at the corners of her lipstick stained lips. “Thank you~” she spoke softly, leaning over a little to carefully rest her head on his shoulder as another form of thanks.

“That was...” she hummed softly and lifted her head up off his shoulder and sat back into the position she was in before. “That was really sweet.” She admitted, smiling towards him a little more than before. “Now I’m going to have to go and find something pretty to give to you” she teased rather playfully, eyes taking in his facial features as she was trying to read him better and get a better feel of him before looking away, hoping that he wouldn’t think of her as weird for staring a little longer than any normal person. Psyche hummed a bit, gaze shifting as she looked around only to settle upon a patch of daisies very close to the bench they were sitting at. She stood and plucked a single flower from the bunch and inched closer to him, brushing his hair behind his ear only to place the flower there next.

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the fact is that he didn’t expect to find anyone he used to know walking past him on the streets of mount phoenix. technically he knows that some of the people he’s met throughout his life must have been children of the gods as well, has always known as much, but there’s a difference between knowing a fact to be true, and seeing the proof of it in person.

so when he comes up to the corner of a street and sees woojin pass by in front of him, going to cross the road, his eyes immediately light with recognition and delight. in scant moments, he’s altered his route to follow after his old friend, and after a little jog he’s as good as caught up. rather than alert woojin to his presence, however, he just uses the throng of people crossing the road to get close, fingers deft and almost too swift. right as he’s making his move, a car honks over to the side and most people’s heads turn, startled jumps hiding the motions of his fingers.