#renwondering

"Ah." Yixing wasn’t one to be bothered with the weather—he was Death, and he rarely felt anything beyond the utter ecstasy of reaping a dying soul—but he had always been one who sought refuge in the cold. "We would be opposites at that part, then, Mister Ren." His eyes crinkled once again, jade hues hidden behind lashes and lids as he spoke. "I do love the cold. The nights are longer, and a nocturnal person like myself adores that. ‘Tis also the best time for tea, if I am asked."

myungsoo's face flushed a light pink when he heard the other chuckle  and he pursed his lips. "well, how are you?" he asked, quickly changing the subject 

A childish demeanor, this one possessed. Humans called this regression—would this one count as a possible exhibit? “Hm, not exactly. For what I do, at least.” He offered him a small nod, fingers raking through locks dyed crimson for the day, before his hand fell back into his pockets. “Daydreams aren’t exactly my privilege.” He hummed at his reply; someone seemed to be sad with the gloom. “Ah. Not a fan of the gloomy pre-winter, I presume?”

White hands found their way back in their respective coat pockets after he dealt out the shake, the gentle smile on his face never fading. God knows what on earth that grin meant, really. “I am well, I do appreciate your asking. Just a bit…daydreamy today. More than normal.” His eyes squinted into little crescents, his jade hues hidden behind fluttering eyelids as he did so. “How about you, Mister Ren? How was your day?”

Was platinum blonde a color in-style for this month? He had to remind himself not to dye his own locks the same color—maybe he could go for teal or pink for his next class. He’s been seeing the same colors for quite a while, and Death wasn’t exactly in the mood to ride with the humanly flow. “Hm?” He muttered, snapped out of his reverie about hair dyes and hipsterity. “Ah. Pardon. I believe I was daydreaming, Mister Ren.” He took the other’s extended hand, a gentle smile streaking against his features as he gave it a soft shake. “I am Yixing. Zhang Yixing. And it is all in my pleasure, really.”

"yeah. start over. uhm." myungsoo rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, unsure of how to continue the conversation. in an attempt to start small talk, he blurted out the first thing that popped into his head. "nice weather, huh?" only after he spit out the question did he notice that the weather, in fact, was not nice. "or…not..." he trailed off, looking up to see gray rain clouds rolling in.

with a sigh he got up from his seat and jogged over to the other. “i, uh, i didn’t mean to be rude. i just— i don’t know.” he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “i’m sorry for the crappy introduction..could we start over?” he cursed himself in his head for saying such a cheesy line but nonetheless, smiled at the boy.

myungsoo had never been very good with social interaction. that obviously hadn't changed. fuck, i screwed up again, he thought to himself when he heard the boy's apology. "no it's alright i--" he started, but the other was already turning away. fuck, fuck, fuck, he cursed to himself. he hadn't meant to make the impression that he was being bothered. in fact it was quite the opposite. after a moment of contemplating what to do he cleared his throat and hesitantly called out to the other. "wait..! ren!"