#pr:bre2

          Fresh meat is clearly abundant these days, as Myungsoo sees another wave of newly-signed trainees walking the halls of Sphere. New trainees have always meant new pranks for the rest of the lot, something about giving them a warm welcome to the company, though the male didn't particularly see the purpose of the whole idea of such practice. If not for him getting sick of people talking his ears off about doing it, he wouldn't exactly pull off a Troy Bolton on strangers as a way of upholding the tradition.

          Troy Bolton my ass.

          The raven-haired male thinks to himself as he purses his lips together, finally deciding that this is the last time he'll be dealing with the hey-Myungsoo-it's-your-turn-to-do-stupid-shit talk. It's downright silly having to do something as purposeless as this -- because who needs a warm welcome in a place of Satanic practices such as training? -- but it's not like Myungsoo is entirely devoid of a sense of humor. His is a little twisted, sure, but it's sense of humor regardless. Besides, the idea of Luna and Suji and everyone else leaving him alone needs to happen as soon as possible -- and it'll never happen unless he submits to their demands.

          So, he instantly goes for the kill. He scoffs towards the girls prodding him on before he walks away from them and towards an unsuspecting trainee. The cafeteria is full at lunchtime, but it's easy to detect unfamiliar faces from the crowd; Myungsoo approaches one of them as soon as he sees her, sitting down on the vacant space in front of the girl uninvited. There's a divine moment of silence where he scrutinizes her with his signature steely stare. After several seconds -- just right before the girl can even do anything -- he starts to sing a song in the most disturbingly low tone he can muster.