#nicoiisms

Jumin needed to find his own place he swears... He can’t even practice in his own studio because the threat of cat hair is ever present! Why hasn’t he gotten a place in one of the swanky high end places?

Oh well... For now he’d have to practice outside. At the very least it was a nice windy day, not to cold, not to warm, and the view of the stars was awe inspiring. Taking in a deep breath of the crisp autumn air he starts to sing, uninhibited by the world around him.

“Honestly, it was not easy for me

        to say that I liked you when we first met...”

                          “I was afraid to lose you if I don’t contact you first...

                                        I typed a text, deleted it over and over again....”

The song is slow and deep, his voice carrying a soft, and lonely tone. Admittedly, it’s not perfect, he hasn’t work enough on his accent to perfect English, but hey, the beauty is still there. It’s actually a lot easier to sing away his accent then speak it, funny...

If you snuck into my room I would:

[ ♥  ] Go back to sleep                 [  ] Kick you out[  ] Cuddle with you                   [ ♥ ] Be like “How in the world?”[ ♥  ] Let you sleep on the floor    [  ] Become angry

If you kissed me (or hugged) I would:

[  ] Kiss or hug you back                       [ ♥  ] Smile and laugh[  ] Stiffen, and feel uncomfortable        [ ♥ ] Push you away[ ♥   ] Be shocked                                       [  ] Strike you

If you asked me to go out with you for a day I would say:

[  ] No          [ ♥  ] Yes          [  ] Most certainly not.          [ ♥  ] Without hesitation.

You are:

[ ♥ ] Cute          [ ♥  ] Adorable          [  ] Attractive         [ ♥  ] Beautiful[  ] Okay         [  ] Ugly                 [  ] Am not going to grace this with an answer

You are to me a:

[  ] Stranger          [  ] Acquaintance          [  ] Ally[ ♥  ] Friend              [  ] Love                        [  ] Rival [  ] Enemy

I find you to be:

@nicoiisms

“...That can’t be right.”

Kuvira walks over to a young lady making her way down the street, seemingly oblivious to the strange... thing happening to her face.

“Young lady, are you aware that there appear to be tiny sparkling mirages hovering near your person? That is, you appear to be shining for some weird reason. Are you feeling quite alright?”

“I--”

The blank look of someone whose hope had been snatched from right before her eyes. The feeling of despair which had begun to claw against her chest as she watched the last idol magazine disappear into the grasp of a girl wearing sunglasses and a surgical mask.

Still. If it was for xxx-chan, surely even she could muster up some form of courage. 

The entertainment district was by far the worst one in Yuto’s unwanted opinion. Constant noise always grating the air beside the heavily crowded streets, and overall busy atmosphere that made getting anywhere a difficult task. Perhaps it was also due to a lingering attachment that might have been verging on a strange form of Stockholm syndrome he felt towards the slum distract; the first home he had actually held in years now. Regardless of the reason for his overall dislike of the loud, and jam-packed area, it was where he currently was. A trip he made every so often, if only to surround himself with memories of his former home. For Heartland had been a bright, busy, and noisy place, not unlike the entertainment district.

Today; however, it appeared even more crowded than normal. Bodies mixing together into a thick soup that moved slowly along the sidewalks, and provided very few escape routes for anyone who hadn’t been planning to head in the direction the massive herd was venturing towards. To be perfectly honest, Yuto hadn’t planned on getting dragged along, but his attempts to wiggle his way out had only shoved him deeper into the mix.

His body ached worse than it normally did, and every part of him regretted the choice to journey out, but he wasn’t one to complain. Much as he wished he could chew himself out for ever thinking of this oh so wonderful idea. Instead, he focuses his attention on locating a way out of the mob, slipping between the very few gaps he could find, in order to bring himself closer to the edge. A process he must have repeated at least half a dozen times before he was finally able to wiggle himself as close to the edge of the sidewalk as humanly possible.

Long line at DcMonalds.

It was inevitable at this point. All branches appeared crowded, much thanks to their new smoothie flavors. They seem popular with the younger audience which included Maki unfortunately. She would strike people more as the kind of girl who'd frequent at locations harnessed with extravagance and they’re not exactly wrong with that. However, hanging out with people like Nozomi kind of changed that.

Today she was alone though, and she was still quite far from the starting point of the line towards the counter. Shaking her head to sigh, she noticed that the person in front of her was quite horrifyingly familiar...

"No, we aren't talent managers and no, this is not a van used to look for potential celebrities."