#musegames

It was a strange change of mood, to be sure but... Koishi could see that Seija attributed some odd familiarity to her. She reminded her, of... someone. Of course, the closed-eye satori couldn't glean as to what or who exactly, but... it was enough that Seija begrudgingly wanted someone near her. Despite her early argument.

Well, in case that wasn't an obvious enough answer... Koishi could see painful nostalgia plaguing Seija's heart. She's been thinking about someone... One that perhaps should not be remembered.

"Ruining the time I have to actually feel what it's like to be dead..."

"Change. Change is a joke. People don't change... the status quo doesn't change. Nothing changes. Revolution, trying to change the way things are or even yourself or your fate... its all a bunch of bullshit. *That's* the joke."

Hearing him purr and melt into your hands had you half as relaxed as you were sure he felt. It also had you laughing, which was contagious enough to earn a few chuckles from him. Minseok never really liked getting too touchy with you, but sometimes he begged for attention like this. It calmed him down and made him sit for more than a few seconds, which was a rare thing for the hyperactive little ghost boy.

In fact, Sehun seemed to be avoiding you as best as he could, regardless of being in the backseat of the car with you. He wouldn’t even look at you. But when your body started to completely fail in your effort to stay sitting upright, he didn’t push you. He let your head rest on his shoulder. You might have heard a sigh from him, but you were asleep before you could make a judgement of it.

Kris could be clumsy, he could be confused by the tiniest things, and he could be distracted so easily it made your head spin but, he always seemed to pull it together the moment you really needed his help. Teaching himself to cook paid off the most when you were sick. He knew exactly what soups to make to cure your cold or what kind of tea to make to take away your headache. Somehow the baby dragon became a master herbalist whenever you so much as sneezed. But the way his brows furrowed in concentration, and the way concern and love rang in his voice could have easily cured any ailments without the help of soups or teas.

You tugged his belt to the side in attempt to center it while he attempted to put your hair back into the style you had it in before he decided to tangle his fingers through it. Tying his apron around his waist was the last bit of detail you could get in before his boss’ voice called his name.