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If Shoumu is being honest, they are terribly comfortable around Lu.

They feel in him a kindred spirit: displaced, out of place, a collection of splintered personas -- they are not particularly so intense of conversation that they could have coerced such things from Lu in words, but they are able to draw conclusions from the facts presented to them, from the hazy images of his dreams and daydreams. Some certainties do exist: the both of them are foreign to this place, the both of them are not as human as they appear -- even if that latter fact is only known one-sided, for as comfortable as Shoumu is, they still cannot quite bear to explain themselves openly.

Regardless -- this is not, by any means, what has lead to them dozing off in the middle of horror game night. That is, quite frankly, just Shoumu being Shoumu: difficult to frighten or even particularly capture the interest of in their waking moments.

It is a lighter sleep than usual they’ve fallen into, knees tugged close to their body and chin propped on one -- it seems only natural that they dream of a spooky cabin in a forest and everything seems more 3d-rendered than photographic, but no less real. They figure themself smarter than the protagonists of a horror story, however, and so they stay put and let the oddity of the dreamscape unfold at its pace -- they are in control of it, yes, but that renders them no less vulnerable to the occasional surprise here.

(Though it’s a bit hard not to just laugh when they can hear what sounds most accurately like angry ranting thoughts coming from just outside.)

They’re in the middle of staring at an oddly-placed quicktime event symbol, wondering how to press a button in real life, when a shrill noise startles them into waking, sitting up suddenly with eyes open wide and a deep frown across their lips. Shoumu blinks a few times at the monster and then the now-paused screen, soundless -- and turns to look at Lu, fingers unconsciously tightening their grip on their leg as stark-colored, inadvertently heterochromic eyes survey the state of their friend, who’s easily more startled than they are despite having been... well, more capable of anticipating this than Shoumu, to be sure.

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Gyuri and her new “client” walked side by side but there was an unspoken chasm between them. Truthfully speaking, there were many things left unspoken. Most of which pertained to her first night at a strip club, particularly the one where Lu worked. Bars, been there. Clubs, done that. Those locations already got her used to intruding bass lines and breaths heavy with alcohol. She traveled to countless places and seen many things, and yet all in the span of one night shift, she saw so many things she never had before.

She would shove her hands into her pants’ pockets, she had to stay vigilant since her duty was to look after him. Unfortunately, she couldn’t even manage to look at him at this moment. Maybe she should’ve said something more than just the stammering ‘you... you dance good’ she gave him earlier. Either way the window of opportunity closed already, and bringing it up now would just mean she thought about his performance this entire time.

A harsh coughing sound broke the silence. She aimed to clear her throat but it felt like something was stuck in it. ( Possibly the compliments that she owed him but were too flustered to voice. ) 

“So... You always come home at this time? It’s pretty damn late to be out by yourself in general.” She didn’t have to check her watch to know that no good came out of being outside at this hour. It was around this time where she first met him too. ( Further proof that nothing good lurked around this time. )

28.Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy?

The one person Wonho would have seen as his best friend was Jungkyu. He currently is very walled off and hasn’t gotten to know anyone else well enough to consider them friends.

Amelie. Without a doubt she is the creature he hates the most.

32.Thoughts on material possessions in general?

He enjoys clothes, but doesn’t put much stock in material possessions. Food on the other hand....

Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress?

- Hae is weirdly well put together with his clothing? He likes collared shirts and slacks, a crisp blazer with some sort of silly lapel pin. Haechul wears some high-top converse for hos footwear, and as always has a huge pair of sunglasses.

Most Prized Posession?

- His locust lapel pin. It’s his absolute favorite, and he wears it all the time. (He’s also just subtly like... this me)

How Misanthropic are they?

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“Yeah? I sort of give myself the creeps too. Sorry about that.” A weak laugh- nervous. He carefully folds his hands over one another- curling fingers in so that he can try to hide the pointed claws at the ends of them. He’s not sure why she’s bringing this up, but he knows he can understand. With what he is, she should be scared, right? That’s how that works?

“What is it, though? My job? The teeth?” He sighs. “I guess it might be my eyes. People are always saying that I look like I’m blind or something…” Those aren’t lies, but they still feel like a cover up. Those aren’t the things about himself that make him shiver when he looks in the mirror. Then again, he’s actually not sure what it is that DOES. It’s always so hard to tell. What about him is it?

What about him is the scariest part?

“It’s the way you look... So innocent, but everything you do says otherwise. Its hard to read you, so it feels like you’d be good at hiding things.” Gyuri keeps her tone casual, disinterested even. Her own words, despite how hollow she tries to make them sound, resonates with herself. She’s basically describing herself while trying to profile him.

Sitting in one spot has made her restless so she needed to stretch a little. She leans over and tries to touch the tips of her sneakers. Nonchalant tone and acts help build the image that they’re just regular people sharing a conversation on a bench. But she knows the vibes she gets from this fae is anything but regular.