#proxy | starters

It was really supposed to be a relaxing time at the museum for Proxy as he viewed the exhibits, wondering if he could sneak out one of the fluffiest rugs he had laid eyes upon to wrap his daughter in. As he rolled along the aisle and looked at some splatters of paint on a canvas that was claimed to be ‘art’, he couldn’t help but notice the other man speaking to the curators.

He didn’t really think too much about it, until he passed by and heard the voice of the other- then it struck him as to who he was...and he should not even be here, let alone be alive. Proxy turned away quickly, recalling the time a transmission had been picked up by an unknown source and he was forced to attend to it: only to be privy to the death of the very same astronaut, screaming for assistance as his body spontaneously combusted on the doomed craft he had been on. It was truly a harrowing experience even if he had not seen the other face-to-face, because the voice haunted him even to this day. That was the first and only time a NASA transmission had made it to Manticore, and one of the rare things that could truly shake Proxy’s lighthearted demeanor.

Proxy always had elaborate plans for Valentine’s Day. He always planned ahead meticulously and had something in mind way before it occurred. It was really one of the rare days he had planned things out carefully, and this year was no different. After putting up a romantic heart-shaped wall of all the selfies they had taken over their couple of months in the new house they had just gotten, he went into the cupboard near it and pulled his chair inside, closing it before texting Doyoung that he had a surprise in the exact same cupboard for him.

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Proxy was waiting at a café, as per usual, viewing his watch with a detached air as he glanced at the entrance, wondering when his customer would arrive. “Always late,” he tutted, folding his arms as he leant back, his features mostly obscured by his sunglasses as he was served another slice of cake. “Sir, you’ve eaten the entire cake by now,” the terrified waiter murmured, “This is the last slice we have for the day.”