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♟:Patching up a wound

     He settled the glass mug back upon the small plate      as he looked up at the owner he stood beside him,      eyes crinkling into crescent moons as he smiled.      His hands gestured to the chair across from him,      offering the friend a seat.

" Tina-chan, sit down. You're making me           uncomfortable just standing there. "

     A chuckle passed his lips as he insisted she sat down      as he was the only customer in the cafe.

[’ She must’ve been crazy, but here she is attempting to dress him up into a girl. However, it’s partly his fault since he lost the bet. Dizzy from the drinking bet she made with him, Tina was dabbing on make up here and there and was putting on lipstick as a final touch up. Giggling at how the girly make up accentuated the wrong parts of his facial lines, Tina continued laughing as she placed cakes of make up on his face. Deep set of eyebrows further darkened that became disproportional along with other parts of his face with her clumsy make-up skills ] I know, but you truly look beautiful [’ Suddenly finding her phrase ridiculously funny under the influence of her nonsensical mind and alcohol, she bursted out laughing while trying to grip the make-up brush with one hand. Finally, she tucked a rose behind his hair. ] There, you look perfect now. [’ She took a clumsy step back, nearly tripping over if she hadn’t held onto a chair nearby for support. ] Wait, wait. Let me take a photo of this plee—ease? [’ she pleaded as she held onto her iphone 6 plus that she had hooked out of her pocket and snuggled on her cheeks in a cute attempt to persuade him ]

no, i look like some sort of fucked up puppet gone wrong under the hands of my drunken creator [ — which was half true, considering how drunk the female was right now. if he hadn't lost that bet he wouldn't even be under all this makeup and he can't help but swipe his fingers through his 'filled in' brows, which he begs to differ from since he doesn't think his brows need any more of that filling up. he doesn't even dare look at the mirror, a bit petrified to what can possibly meet his eye. instead, he shoots a hand towards the box of kleenex, ignoring her cute attempts into taking one picture of him. she was completely out of his mind — ] you've gone possessed! no, no way i'm letting you take a picture of me like this!

❝ yah! you over there-- ❞

doojoon called out to the  random girl passing by in shop. he was securing a big kitty headband on his head, smiling at his own reflection every now and then before finally turning to look at the girl he stopped.

Work wasn’t going as smoothly as she had hoped. In fact, things were a disaster recently. Sure, there were times when she was glad that her parents left the store to her, but sometimes, she wished they hadn’t. New workers spilling coffee, customers yelling, and netizens posting a few bad reviews here and there that somewhat affected her business. She had to think of something or else her parents’ cafe store may not survive. However, besides the cruel reality, being in one area without friends or family made every iridescent colour underneath the light turn monochrome. Tina wore her favourite over-sized pink sweater under her ebony coat. Plaid skirt and solid black stockings to shield her legs from the coldness that was starting to descend in the area recently to complement her top.

Step by step, she headed to an unknown destination. She headed to a place she could escape from, to be free from the heaviness of society. She stopped in the middle of the crowd, watched others face the same distress she was going under, and the same sickness of loneliness. It’s almost as if the feelings she felt, the loneliness she felt was a pandemic across the human race. However, in reality, these feelings were just proof that we were all just, human. No matter how much we try to bury these feelings behind our expressions with faulty words and sarcasm, remnants of these feelings will still remain.

Tina felt a sudden chill from the rain droplets and instinctively pulled her coat tighter around her, though it provided little protection from the rain. Tina, just like the others, wanted to run for shelter. However, something about the rain rooted her to the ground, something about the rain she found comfort in. It was as if they were crying for everyone, crying for the pain in the world. As the rain continued pouring heavily on every inch of the paved streets, the busy streets became deserted, save for her. Tina glanced sideways and her obsidian round eyes found a reflection staring back. The girl was standing under the rain like a fool, just like herself and Tina silently wondered to herself whether she was going crazy.

Adjusting the strap of her backpack, blunt nails digging into the soaked material, she glances idly around. A confirmation of her suspicion -- this scenic sight was straight out of a movie. Yet, she had no desire to share this moment with a mere stranger; a single soul was enough for this transient beauty, at least that's how she saw it at that moment. Unjust, be it may, but Lucia was in the midst of seeking for the answers of questions unknown. Logic behind this fell not on animosity nor envy, but some sort of twisted belief integrated in her that if she was alone she would fail.

Alone. Wasn't she alone majority of her time? However, the equation lacked it's sum no matter how much time she spent isolated. Stubbornness was not a trait to be associated with the oddity, yet it lay in her -- dormant for many a-days -- surging through her blood stream, etched into her bones. Spinning on her heels, she turned from the other's general direction. Still she stood in her spot; rooted in place as the downpour washed away every chaotic concept corrupting her being.

Sticking her tongue out, catching the drips of liquid sunshine, Lucia began to contemplate her earlier actions. It wasn't necessary to turn away, it made little difference to the situation and she still was (in all technicalities) in the presence of the other. Solitary is improbable in such a space, and to act out in such a way is foolish indeed. Realisation set in, and overcome with the burning shame of projecting the persona of one which would often trigger the sensation of inadequacy; resentment choking her, leaving the bitter after-taste to linger.

Put a ♪ in my ask box and I’ll put my playlist on shuffle and make you a starter based on the next song that plays. [ Cigarette Daydreams — Cage The Elephant ]