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She didn’t have enough fingers to count the number of times she braided a fidgety girl’s hair, and past experience made it easier to follow through despite the little bumps here and there. Granted, it had been awhile because her formerly unwilling younger sisters were old enough to do their own hair now. “Almost done,” Lucy chimed softly as nimble fingers steadily worked around the girl’s head. She knew better than to do anything too intricate or tight, but an effortless waterfall braid encircling the crown of her head and accented with little touches of baby’s breath and small flowers reminded her of the children back home. 

     ⋆   —   Kihyun was not a skeptic when it came to the paranormal. He was a firm believer in the afterlife, and that there were guardian angels watching over you, or the devil playing his deck of dirty tricks. Horrors movies didn’t faze him. Ouija boards looked like props or decorations. There were those people who had them at decoration and he highly doubted that they called on angry spirits or ghosts just sitting there. Ouija boards were to be used with caution, and what was depicted in movies were cheap. “Just don’t take your hand off of the board until we say goodbye.” 

The problem about horror films or those ghost story shows that involved a Ouija board was that the people who were using it didn’t know what they were messing with it. They went in for a quick scare and often got more than they bargained for. They always jumped back and moved their hands off the board without saying goodbye. And if Kihyun did his studying correctly, people who didn’t say goodbye and jumped back released spirits back into the living world. 

Seonhwa looked up at the unni who happened to be walking alongside her. She didn’t know what the woman meant, and wasn’t even sure if she knew she said anything out loud. For a few moments, she stared intently at the ground, hoping that maybe it was a fluke, that she hasn’t been noticed, that she wasn’t expected to interact with this stranger. But then she peeked up again, and couldn’t help but notice that the woman seemed… kind of tired. She still wasn’t sure what this was about, but she wanted to try to help her cheer up.

Puffing her cheeks in determination, she began flipping through the sketchpad she’d been carrying until she found the page she wanted. She tore it out as carefully as she could - there were a few rips across the top, but considering she’d been walking as she did it, the result wasn’t too bad - then held it up, waiting to see if it would be noticed. It was one of the more tame pictures she had done, a sketch done in crayon of the sunset over the river as she remembered it from her ‘aunt’ taking her there once. She was proud of it, and hadn’t planned on giving it up. But the color of the unni’s hair reminded her of that same sunset, so it seemed right to offer it to her.

Generally speaking, Lucy’s interaction with earthly children tended to go one of two ways. One, if they were small enough to be guided around by their parents then they usually were ushered past the weird lady with the bright hair pretty quickly. Two, if they were school-age kids they typically stared and bombarded her with questions stemming solely from innocent curiosity. Once they got the answers they wanted, they were on their way. Anything beyond those two scenarios was pretty rare, which was a shame because Lusine loved spending time with children back home.

Send me a symbol and I will tell you… [ x ]

🌸 = my roleplay petpeeve

When people feel like they NEED to write more just to match. There is nothing more frustrating than being trapped in a cycle of purple prose for no reason other than some ridiculous expectation to pump out same length replies. I have a very simple rp rule that I go by and it’s to respond to what was given and prompt further action for your partner. If you can do that in less words than me, perfect. If you feel inspired to write more, perfect. I want people to write what they WANT and not what they feel that they NEED. This is a hobby for fun, and I really hate when I see people stressed out over writing. Please please please don’t ever worry about this with me. You are perfect, your replies are perfect, you don’t need to please anybody but yourself. As long as I get something to respond to, that’s all I need.

🌼 = a song I identify with your character

Chuwon Chuwon by Sayulee

🌷 = a song I identify with my character

He gave a light smile and shook his head, almost seeming more amused than anything else. They’d only met for the first time that day, though he had heard plenty about him through his twin, and it was because of him that they were meeting now: His other self had been meant to accompany Renan with some shopping - an extra set of hands, since there was Myung to manage, as well - but he had been called into work unexpectedly. “I have explained the situation to Renan,” he had said on the phone. “We are practically the same person, after all, so you will go in my place.” He had tried to object and say that he had his own responsibilities, but his other self had already hung up by then.

And so it was that Choi Do Young, rather than Kang Do Young, ended up shopping for baby clothes with Renan, with the infant in a stroller and his own daughter in tow. Seonhwa had been shy at first, hiding behind her father, but was quickly drawn out of her shell by her fascination, both by the large furry ears of these new people and by the adorable baby in general. After a while, she had even insisted on pushing the stroller, which seemed to be acceptable and kept her out of trouble… until she had trouble maneuvering around a tight corner, knocking down some shirts on display and causing a mannequin to sway threateningly, leading to the current situation. Seonhwa was quickly back to hiding behind her father, clinging to him and burying her face in his side. But he patted her shoulder gently and looked up at Renan. “I suppose it did not,” he admitted lightly. “But it was only clothing; and even the mannequin escaped without damage. No real harm was done.” In truth, he was shaken, as well, having thought in the moment that the heavy mannequin was going to fall on the children. But he was still adept at keeping his reactions under control, and he didn’t think causing a scene would help anyone: Not Renan, and certainly not Seonhwa, who was already upset. “Though perhaps someone else should steer while we’re inside the store.”

Renan had felt a little bit odd about this arrangement at first, but he found that he didn’t really have a big problem. Of course, it wasn’t exactly the meeting that had been planned, but he supposed he would just have to talk to the Kang later, and just get to know the Choi for now, which he was fine with, honestly. 

Myung was a tiny baby, but he was also growing extremely fast. At least, that’s how Renan felt like h. Of course, he had read a lot about that on the internet and in books, that it wouldfeel like that. What he hadn’t realize d whas how many times he had to go buy new clothing. And, it wasn’t as if he really minded. Now that he lived in a house, and on Minho’s salary, it wasn’t really a problem to have to uy him new clothes, and Renan actually enyoied it a lot.

🌟 sheet mask asks. 🌟 [ x ] // accepting!

egg cream: would you rather have a very long (120 years) comfortable but boring life, or live half as long but have an exciting life packed with adventure?

“This poses the notion that being comfortable is boring. I’m not sure if I agree with that. You can be comfortably in love, and that’s not boring. Keeping a home or raising a family, while comfortable, isn’t boring. Adventure can go one of two ways, and I have seen its ugly side many times. I would choose the former.”

hyaluronic acid: if you could change three things about your life, what would they be?

“This is hard to answer. There are many things that come to mind, but everything happens for a reason. Had certain events not, I would not be who I am or where I am today. I can’t honestly say that I would change my coming to earth because I have made many precious friendships and found love here. Knowing now what I have, I couldn’t easily give that up even though I wish I knew what has happened to Balah. I suppose that would be the only thing I would change. I would want to know that.”

red ginseng: do you think you'll still be the same person when you're old?

🌟 sheet mask asks. 🌟 [ x ] // accepting!

pomegranate: what fact amazes you every time you think of it?

“I once learned from a song on the internet that cashews come from a fruit. Is that not the oddest things you’ve ever heard of before? But to be serious, it amazes me that humans think they know more about space than their own oceans. Just how much do they think they know?”

PACIFIC RIM SENTENCE STARTERS. [ x ]