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&. —     @mpxdaehyun . ˟

                 Run. Run. Run. A woman sprints hastily down the sidewalks of a new city. Her new home.  Surrounded by clouded skies and wet concrete Shiah takes in the scenery of unfamiliar places she has still yet to become accustomed to — familiar with.  Life was suddenly overwhelmingly busy since she’d arrived on the island among the gods. Settling into a new place, certainly, was no easy task for a girl who depended so much on the comforts of routine and familiarity, 

       . Moving fast, she appears to be a speck among the sea of people who litter the streets of Mount Phoniex. An array of colors flashing among the various faces in which she weaves in and out of. And, only to make matters worse, a pair of cheapishly bought earphones cascade down her frame and into the comforts of an oversized hoodie’s pocket. Making it’s self at home where her phone belongs ━ only bringing a new source of chaos to lighten up her world as upbeat music softly thrums within her ears. Ultimately, making her point of view upon her little universe that of a haphazard mess as she sprints past a sea of strangers. 

        Shiah doesn’t mind it, however. And, instead, she welcomes the hectic point of view as it is the only solace she has as the realization that she’s running late dawns upon her. She had told her mother that she’d be home at two, ready to call her, to flip on the tv and begin discussing the drama they had planned on watching together. To make commentary over the phone in an attempt to create the illusion that they were watching it together.  As if Shiah never left home. Looking at the watch that ticks upon her wrist, she can’t  help the guilt that overcomes her. The overwhelming greyish purple which pulls at her heartstrings makes her feel uneasy. Though she knew her mother wouldn’t be upset, She can’t stop herself from feeling disappointed in herself.

              Yet, those feelings are quickly forgotten and it’s the sudden impact of her small frame colliding against another which has Shiah sent into an abrupt halt.  An earbud falling from her ear as she finds her face smashed against a strangers chest. It’s sudden. Embarrassing. 

            Almost instantaneously, her cheeks began to heat up as she retreats from the unexpected contact. Taking a few steps back, she looks to the other in concern.  ❝  oh my goodness, I'm so sorry.  ❞  she apologizes with a sheepish smile. Eyes examining the other, as she looks to him in a brief attempt to make sure he’s okay.  ❝ I guess I should really watch where I’m going, ❞ the girl half-jokes with a gentle sigh. However, her smiles is quick to falter. It’s something that catches her off guard, on the floor between them, that sends delicate features into an expression that lies somewhere between confusion and suspicion. 

       Silent.

“Ugh, tell me about it.“ Hyuna sighed. She could never sleep during a full moon and with how busy she’d been lately, it probably wouldn’t end very well. It had been far too long since she’d gotten an actual good night’s sleep and not just a quick nap between her jobs.

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“Hey, that wasn’t funny!” He barked at the other. Brows furrowed in frustration and cheeks shaded with a light tint of red, Milo more or less fumed from the spot he had landed in. “Quit laughing, or I swear to the gods, I will fire your ass, Dae.” He threatens. “I mean it!” He doesn’t though. Whenever he threatens the elder with the loss of his job, it’s usually meaningless. Deep down, Milo knew that firing Daehyun wasn’t an option.

Considering the fact that Daehyun was the only other person who worked in the shop aside from him and that he was actually a pretty good employee, Milo would be fool to let him go.

But with the ache in his tailbone and the embarrassment evident on the younger demigod’s face, he was willing to say just about anything to get out of the current situation that he was in—though the situation wasn’t much more than him having fallen on his butt while trying to roller skate and Daehyun having witnessed it and subsequently breaking out into a fit of laughter.

Milo had already tried getting up once unassisted—shoving the elder’s hands away when he tried to help out of both pride and because the other was still laughing really hard—but that hadn’t gone as planned. So he had resigned himself to sitting on the floor of the roller rink grumbling thinly veiled threats at his employee until the other calmed down.

“I will hide all your god damned cancer sticks so well, that you’ll get fed up having to keep buying more and you’ll stop smoking all together.” He had said at one point of the evening when he was clinging to the sides of the rink in an effort to keep himself upright. And maybe it wasn’t that good of a threat either, but if anyone knew Milo, then they’d know that there would definitely be more where that came from—probably better ones—and he couldn’t wait to give Daehyun an earful.