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oknm, ofanemone / three-word sentences / not accepting! 

////I saw you moved to a multi-muse blog so I just decided to tag it so that we could keep this thread! 

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Death of a Bachelor starters : OPEN.↺ @oknm

  D E S P I T E of the fact that no ill-will was behind the man’s words, he was met with a frown from Jaehee. Nonetheless, his stern expression broke and was exchanged with a light chuckle. There was no way even a smile could cover up Jaehee’s social inadequacy. He lacked the ability to talk to strangers, especially when people had turned into nothing but figures and numbers to him.

*:･ﾟ✧ — tagging: @oknm

Was this dude joking? This wasn’t a matter one should have flipped tables for, but apparently the day wasn’t going that great for everybody even though it had barely even started. Kibum wanted to take it easy, just get his coffee and continue to his busy looking day, but since his few gentle words pointing out that it was quite rude stand on the middle of the busy hallway and step on a lady’s shoes had been so violently attacked, he forgot the easy part.

“Against the world?” he asked, placing his car keys on the pick up counter while taking a cardboard sleeve for his upcoming large sized black coffee. He was in hurry, not only because he had a meeting he needed to get to but because he was pretty sure he had left his car on a red zone and the baristas were totally swamped with orders.

send a symbol to give my muse…status: not accepting!

♡: a hair ruffling

“Because you have a nice face! You look good, oppa.” She began to smile at the elder. Somehow she had managed to make the older her one of her shopping buddies, a.k.a. the person who would try on things she might have wanted, commented on clothes or items she tried on herself, and/or hold her bags. Seemed like a suckish job for a friend but, well, hey that was the reality of being friends with Dabin. Having to deal with a brat for some hours then going to part ways. Maybe, if one is lucky, she’ll want to hang out again. This time she was hanging out with Kinam, possibly for only the second time in her entire life. Well, with it being just the two of them at least. He was one of her brother’s friends so likewise, and since the male was much older, she saw him as a second brother to have around when hers couldn’t be. That being said, since the two were decently close, she was making him try on different hats with sunglasses combinations. “I think the olive green hat is nice… Mm, what do you think?” She turned him around to face the mirror, standing on her toes to switch the maroon floppy hat he currently sported out for the olive colored one again. 

‘THE SANDMAN’ SENTENCE STARTERS - sorry, closed ! 

“and what? is there supposed to be something else?” 

“don’t joke around.” an eyebrow cocked up, head tilted to the side, throw a visage of mock humour, mock curiosity. now, he isn’t such a terrible character as many would think with their rambling, minuscule minds -- no, no. 

after all, he preaches of grasping of holiness, sancta of self, sancta of ego. not for nothing, no, no. (look at him, sehun only knows of truer religion of art, the self.) not that he knows of other, in the context of this situation, his own self --

-- clearly -- should matter more. 

that is a violation of his incredible mind. how dare such a person open their mouth to speak of things such as things? speak to him with a hint of degradation? take a deep breath now oh sehun. “what else are you going to have for yourself when everything goes to shambles huh?” (when has his life suddenly been found dipping into some abysmal pool?)

inhale one, exhale two. 

it had become unbeknownst to him that his temple rings, fury dancing his mind. 

give it a dramatic pause, the silence is the best grab for attention. 

〈 ▬ kyu™ 〉her steps along the pavement hold a certain light, carefulness to them. it’s probably to prevent her foot from accidentally lodging into a crack and sending her flying face first into concrete. this cautiousness of hers leaves her lagging behind him, though, it’s only a few steps. she makes sure to keep herself somewhat close to his back since her sight is occupied by words on a page. her fingers hold the spine of ‘ slaughterhouse five ‘ in a death grip while her eyes zip across the sentences. eyebrows furrowed, mouth slightly agape; the signs of being truly enveloped. ninety percent of her attention is engrossed in the book and the other ten percent is going to her steps. this in return leaves no kyuri for him. multi-tasking is nearly impossible for her and this rings especially true when she’s reading. she should give the book a break and actually hold a conversation like a normal human being instead of giving him head nods with maybe a few ‘uhuh’s thrown into the mix. but quite honestly, she finds this book more interesting than small talk. ❛ pardon? ❜ his words snap her out of her literature bubble and for the first time in ages her sight is ripped away from the book. large chocolate hues glance towards the male and she makes an effort to speed up so she’s right alongside him. she gives her neck an awkward rub while an apologetic smile presents itself on her lips. she genuinely felt sorry for ignoring him but….it’s slaughterhouse five. she can’t just not read it.