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"I found a poet you might like."
Now that certainly was enough to get Minha to pry herself from her handheld device to glance at the younger female, intrigued. She was a too was a victim of the pokemon go craze–but to be fair she was catching a wartortle. She tucked her phone back into her purse before waddling towards Eunha, who was on the couch with a book in her perfectly manicured hands. ❝So who’s the man or woman coming after our hearts?❞
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[ sms → μαμά 💖 ] this old lady keeps starring at me. I thought it was because she is our fan but I have a mask on. I don't even think I am attracting her. My powers rarely work on women. I am so confused. She is just so creepy honestly. [ sms → μαμά 💖 ] She might be like a fury or something. [ sms → μαμά 💖 ] I am about to get off at the subway stop before the company. I swear I will kick her ass. I don't care if she is old. Anyone can get fought. [ sms → μαμά 💖 ] Unnie come get me please.
[ sms -> ομορφιά ] maybe she thinks you have nice hair, or she likes your outfit?[ sms -> ομορφιά ] honey I doubt she’s a fury…do they still exist?[ sms -> ομορφιά ] Kwon Eunha you will not harm a hair on that old woman’s head, I don’t care if she’s looking at you weird we don’t fight people just because they’re looking at you okay?[ sms -> ομορφιά ] I’ll be there in two minutes don’t fight anyone
“I’ve got some bandages, wait a sec.”
bruised and broken / @ofaphros / accepting
❝okay, thanks,❞ benji mutters, idly touching a finger against his split cheek. the sting doesn’t hurt, it’s only a mild annoyance to him at this point. (beside, all he needs is some ambrosia when he gets back to his apartment, and he’ll be good to go.) the gash on his arm is a different story, and he lifts up the cloth he had pressed against it earlier. bloody, but no longer bleeding freely. a good sign, it would most likely heal without a scar.
