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"That can be arranged, but some gentle cuddling would be preferred."

"Well you s-t-r-u-t i-t all you want and I’ll stare at your butt—"

⋘ Zitao purses his lips in thought, trying his hardest to remember of such event but once again, nothing came to mind ⋙ Well...I just hope I didn't make such a big fool of myself, I still need to keep some of my indignant intact. ⋘ chuckles softly, sliding his hands into his pockets as a sign of slight embarrassment ⋙ 

Zitao had been preparing dinner for himself; although it wasn't much, just some ramyun for night and a side dish of kimchi. He was feeling quite lazy and didn't feel like preparing much. It only took him a few minutes to cook and noodles and by then he had settled himself at the counter to eat. He took his first bite but as he did, he heard the faint sound of some scratching at the door. He stopped for a moment, it was gone for a few seconds but it continued after a bit. Zitao pursed his lips as he walked towards the door, peeping through the small hole of the door. Was that a...dog that he saw? He couldn't tell from this angle, so Zitao opened the door cautiously and glanced down to his surprise. "What the..." He stood there, not knowing exactly what to do.

It was another night for Zitao where his craving started to act up. And quite strong, might he add. But there wasn't anything he could do about it but conquer and craving, and so he found himself in some kind of a jazz lounge bar. Real cliche setting, but the potential victims were in higher volume here than in the clubs he sometimes visits. It was only about thirty minutes into his small hunt before a small crowd of potential's, four and excluding him, gathered around him. Two men and two women. Zitao had courted all of them in the same manner, his gestures gentlemanly, voice as smooth as honey, and the sophisticated aura around was just the icing on the cake. By now, Zitao already had his pick for the night, but he thought he could stay just a bit longer to string them along. He knew it was a bit of a cruel but he did like to have some fun. Before long they were all out of drinks and Zitao volunteered to go order some more, he slid out from the booth and made his way over to the counter of the bar. "Can I have another round of those martini's, please." The bartender curtly nodded his head. The incubus sighed softly, drumming his fingers along the surface of the counter.

Zitao didn't consider himself the type of person to frequently go out and spend time with fellow acquaintances, tonight was an exception. A client of his had invited him out to spend the night with some his own friends, and while Zitao had a strict policy of never conversing with clients outside of work, he was adamant of having Zitao there that night. And so the incubus begrudgingly accepted the offer. He arrived at the at the restaurant the small gathering was supposed to be held at, and his client greeted him with the utmost affection (unsurprisingly), and introduced him to the rest of his friends. Zitao didn't really remember their names though, he didn't bother to. He made the necessary small chat and listened to their whining about their jobs, and one even complained about his wife. Zitao couldn't help but roll his eyes, this is what you're supposed to do when you're with friends? He thought to himself, taking a small sip of his beer before he heard his client speak to another man, "Where the hell is Chanyeol? It's already been like 20 minutes!" "He said he was going to be here." Another man piqued up, taking a rather long swing of his own drink. "Ah, there he comes!"

Zitao normally didn't visit cafes very often. He wasn't the biggest fan of cafe, but he did like sweets. Although, when it came to baked goods, he was quite picky. He either only ever visited this one bakery that was a couple of blocks away from his apartment, or baked himself (he had to be in the mood though). Recently, he had heard from three of his clients that there was this one particular cafe that had a bit of a buzz going around. Seeing how Zitao's job was usually during the darkest hours of night, there wasn't much he would do in the daytime but lounge around in his apartment, reading a few books before he got bored and had to go out. Today, he decided, was the time to visit. His curiosity had gotten the better of him and before he knew it, the incubus was stepping into the the cafe. It was a small and quaint place, modest and nothing too flashy. It was nice, the real test was the coffee and treats. Making his way to the ordering counter, he saw a small set up nearby, pursing in his lips before a young woman made her way to the made stage. He observed with curious eyes as the woman smiled and introduced herself as Yuji, saying she had prepared a song for everyone. A small round of applause was heard before it become hushed, the only audible noises of the hiss of steam and the clank of coffee. Zitao managed to order himself a pumpkin latte with a side of the croissant before the woman began to sing, his attention on her once more.

It was every so often that Zitao ended going to a club in the lively downtown streets of Seoul, it was usually around 10 PM that he arrived. It was the perfect balance between the clarity and intoxication of the mind, where judgement was the slightest bit hazy but motor skills were still definitely intact. Overall, his potential victims were the ideal bait. Zitao had on nothing on too fancy but just the right pair of black jeans and leather jacket to attract the half of the mass of people on the dance floor. The incubus could feel the pulse of every beat through his body as he zig-zagged his way to the bar, tossing a few lingering gazes here and there with a slight smirk. The dark-haired male approached the bartender immediately, ordering a gin on the rocks. Something practical for now, he decided for himself. Charcoal feline eyes roamed around the expansive club, formulating a plan on who just to pick for tonight's feast.  There were easily over three hundred bodies here, it would be quite the quest to only pick one. 'We'll see how the night plays out...'