#rxory

Clicking his tongue, his fingers brush through his hair before he rests his cheek against his palm, peeking over at the other male with a small and somewhat tired smile. It was common that others would come to Rory with their problems, he was a good listener, most of the time he just sat and took things in, and he didn’t interrupt – for obvious reasons.

At the moment, he felt quite drained and he’d much rather be focusing on other things and perhaps attempting to distract Jimin from his own thoughts once again. Struggling for his words, he scratches his head before signing his thoughts to the other. Don’t be either of those, or combined for that matter. I think people would much prefer and appreciate your honesty, just don’t be brutal with it.

     The dancer felt sorry that he had to bother his friend Rory once again with his problems but the other was the only person that seemed to really care about what Jimin had to say at the end of the day.  Of course it was that he had noticed that the other male seemed to be really tired and drained and it made Jimin feel horribly guilty. He felt this strong guilt of being a burden again instead of a friend to lean on.

    He watched the other signing to him while he nibbled on his lower lip. It was kinda nice to not having to speak and still being able to interact with his friend, the young dancer was really glad that he had decided to learn sign language a while ago. It had opened a new door to him he never thought he needed one day. Jimin nodded slowly and then signed back.

Daffodil: What’s the most thoughtful present you’ve ever received?

Most thoughtful present.. Ah. It was that time when this girl actually choreographed and video-taped herself a dance. Which was just for me to see. It was nice. I liked it a lot.

Locust: What was your favorite book as a child?

I remember telling my mom to read me the three little pigs a lot. Just because it was fun to pretend to blow their houses down, okay. But I think it was a pretty good story too.

Queen Anne’s Lace: Would you rather carve pumpkins or wrap presents?

Slim fingers grip onto the camera bag that hangs from his shoulders as he weaves through a few overgrown sections of grass and bushes, occasionally stopping to peek over his shoulder, letting out a quiet, shaky laughter as she grows rather hesitant now that they’re almost at Rory’s desired location; some abandoned school that he’d had his eye on for a few months now. It was just the case of finding the time and someone willing to break a few boundaries with him. It took about a week or so to convince the female to tag along, he’d even bribed her a few times and offered to buy her lunch for the rest of the semester – apparently, that was all she needed to hear.   

He shuffles his way through one of the entrances, a soft smile curling onto his lips at his discovery. He’d seen many pieces revolved around old, damaged and abandoned buildings and honestly this was something he’d been meaning to test out for quite awhile – he was certain he’d get a few good shots out of this, perhaps he’d even try to include the female in one or two.  

From what he notes, she seems a little on the edge about this whole situation, he knows that being here was a risk for the both of them but; could it really be that bad? Soon enough, she decides to pipe up and let her worries out to the young male, showing her clear concern with getting in trouble with the law. Rory simply lets out another shaky laugh, adjusting the lens of his camera as he stutters. “Ca– can yo..  you really ca.. call this a– crime..?”

With every step the female took, a sense of disturbance bothered her now rather than when she did her own crimes. Even just trudging through the tall grass, a strong scent of greens and nature went through her system and soon she had no desire to continue. But she had to. Even if the male didn't bribe her she'd still come along to watch over him. Joohee took a look over Rory, having seen this building once, twice, before when ahe and Rory had passed by and by the last visit, she swore he'd seen his eyes twinkle. She understood why--it was a haunting, attractive in it's own broken way. It really was a view to take in. If Rory wanted it that way, as long as he was happy and with precaution, she had to comply.

Soon she hesitantly made her way through the barbed gate, and melded through some molded old doorway following Rory in. Somehow she felt at ease now, maybe it was her somewhat fear of getting wrangled through the grass earlier, or maybe she felt that she was safer here. She broke in lots of times, yes, but with Rory she'd make it her responsibility to get him far from getting in trouble.