#p:rep

    The grace of night was either a pain, or a blessing. No in between. It was a time where her thoughts came to surface and it either left her doubled over in a handful of emotions that were hardly anything to be considered positive. Or it left her with a case of rare smiles and nostalgia that didn't tie her stomach in knots and leave her curled up to moist wood, waiting desperately for the sun's return. You'd expect it to be easy. To just pick up and leave the corridors of her mind when things grew dark, but even the strongest of personalities fall short to their own destruction. She could fool the others, but convincing herself deemed a hard thing to do.         The past month's events had withered away at her strength and left her mildly vulnerable. Tonight was no blessing, so it seems. The noise of the city had neared to nothing━ It never completely died, but instead left a calming whiz of the wind that would occur every once in a while━ and the sky was clothed in it's usual mess of stars. Jayoung tread alone through narrow paths, arms limp at her sides, and her head lowered to is musings. Had her eyes not caught the tiniest of a glimpse at a dark figure only but a short distance away, she'd have continued on in silence. Eyes narrowed in curiosity, she stood still in place as the figure drew closer.. closer.. and closer, until finally it's frame was visible in the dim light of the streets lamp poles, as well as the moon's aid. She was quick to identify the unknown figure as a lady, what with the visible outline of wide curves and hair that fell beneath her shoulders.        And yet another exception had yet to occur. She sensed a strange familiarity in which spiked her curiosity in the female who had also come to a halt. She was almost certain.. no.. she was certain, that she'd definitely seen her before. Where she had seen her? That was a question yet to be answered. The woman's movements once again picked up pace, continuing on in the opposite direction. Hands folded behind her back, Jayoung didn't waste any time deciding whether or not to follow, nor did she make any efforts to disguise it, instead trailing blatantly along.

    He kept a careful eye on her lips which were coated in red, curving into a brilliant smile that only signified malicious intent. His brows heightened in confusion, head inclined to the side ever so slightly.    "Just what are you thinking?" He asked, though he knew the answer was nothing to be of good expectation. Despite her response, he avert his gaze back to the view in front of him, a roll of his eyes given prior to the circulating thoughts in his mind. He knew Yura, somewhat like the back of his hand. And he should, considering the fact they'd spent so much time together. As much as he knew her, he knew when she was up to know good, and he knew that somehow he'd be dragged along in whatever crazy plan she'd had mapped out for the remainder of the day.     He had no answers, but a definite refusal. With a light shrug to his shoulders he closed his eyes, arms folding over his chest as he slumped back into the seat of his chair. "Whatever it is, count me out."