#raffinne

      ❛ fucking shit! ❜ 

      the tone of his voice is naturally low albeit the yelp of abrupt (and greately unnecessary if he can comment) ache is higher in pitch. there’s dejectedness and rancor on his expression while he frowns because of her deeds. no, she should not have fixed the bandaid on his knee with such intentional force to hurt him however he could not quite compain because he holds no money to purchase himself first aid kit essentials... it is either tolerating this or bleeding. needless to state he does not choose the latter. speaking of tolerating ----- he endures her endless maundering regarding his negligent demeanor (not that he can help it much) because he knows that underneath the sterness of her voice and actions lays solicitude towards him and as much as he would have loved to push sunye out of his life like he does towards everyone, he currently needs her. it is only temporary; until he finishes using her for his own selfish needs and then he could move on with his life.   ❛ what the fuck was that for?! ❜

Eiri wasn't much for staring -- not only did he find it rude and he had immense hatred for when the tables were turned, but also primarily because he lacked enough concern to engage in such an act. However, he couldn't help but gawk a little at the 'older' lady now seated a distance away from him on his very own couch. For good reason, of course. It wasn't every day he chanced upon someone whose essence, as he liked to refer to it as, shared as much of a striking resemblance with his immortal sister as hers did. Could one blame him for his insistent gaze? Eyes zeroing in on every minute detail from her posture to the tiny habits she possessed, ready to spot a crack in her facade and call her out for lying about her true nature. He should have given up by now and lost hope -- this was their third time working together and despite the quality time they've spent in each other's presence, Eiri couldn't spot a single flaw in her act as anyone else but his dearest sister. Not to mention how stress took a more extreme toll on his body than the average person, and wistful hope was never good for one's mental state.

👏 - Cheer over enthusiastically everytime my muse completes any task, even if it’s just them changing the channel on tv

jaehyo is leaned fully against sunye as they lounge on the couch. surely, their day will stop being quite so lazy before too long, as they always seem to find something to get into. but for now, it’s nice to relax after a nice, steaming bowl of ramen. he’s feeling pretty sluggish by now, and honestly, he wants to take a nap. but naps are hard to talk himself into when he’s with sunye. 

he reaches for the remote, but nearly drops it as he’s startled by a cheer from sunye. ‘the hell–’ he laughs, reaching over to flick sunye’s nose. ‘shut up, you’re distracting me.’

but she cheers again as jaehyo flips the channel to a different one, and jaehyo tries his hardest to keep a straight face. she’s so damn cute, it’s hard to ignore. as slowly as he possibly can, he sets the remote down on the couch next to him… which, yet again, brings another cheer from sunye. and it’s not just any cheer. it’s a loud, over the top hoot of excitement. 

‘you’re so annoying.’ but the grin playing at his lips completely contradicts his words. ‘i can’t hear the tv over your loud mouth!’ he wraps one arm around her and clamps the other one over her mouth, pulling her flush against him. 

[ wrap ] for your muse to walk into the room and say nothing before wrapping their arms around my muse. | accepting. 

jaehyo feels much more at ease when sunye’s at the house with him. it makes him not feel so... alone. and he doesn’t worry about sunye leaving him, which is huge. it’s a weird feeling, to not be worried about someone’s ulterior motives. 

he’s in the kitchen, heating up some ramen for them. he’s no chef, but he sure knows how to dress up instant ramen. he’s been living off ramen for a little too long, now that the money left to him is starting to dwindle. but whatever money he has is sunye’s, too. if he’s buying food for himself, he’s buying it for her, too. 

he’s cooking up some pork to put in the ramen when he feels slender arms wrap around his waist. a grin pulls at his lips - it somehow feels right, her being this close to him. he lets himself enjoy it for a second before he speaks up.