#solorne

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under the moonlight ( @solorne ) ☾

             it  must  be  some  unspoken  talent   ;    the  way  his  words  would  often  tumble  from his  mouth  like  broken  glass  ,    leaving  no  one  unscathed   .     and  that  was  just  the  way  he  likes  it    .      “    well  ,    that’s  just swell  then  !    “     the  shorter  would  reach  over   ,    shoving  the  other’s  arms  up  high  ;   the  familiar  adrenaline  creeping  through  his  veins  and  god  almighty   ,    was  he  ready  to  get  fucking  high  off  of  it   .     “    keep  your  fists  up   and  you  won’t  die     .    i  won’t  die   .   "     a  simple  slap  on  the  guy’s  back  and  a  slow  growing  smile  on  his  own  face   .   “    and  we’ll  both  be  happy   .    ”      he  had  seen  this  guy  fight  ;   seen  the  way  his  eyes  were  glossed  over  with  that  violent  hunger  that  had  won  him  so  much  money  from  the  ring  .     but  in  the  same  night   ,    he  had  also  witnessed  something  rather  peculiar   ----  hell   ,    this  kid  could  be  the  perfect  protagonist  to  some  wack  psych  movie   ,    for  all  he  knew    .     hyunbin  could  even  sell  this  story  to  his  director  ,   if  this alcohol-induced  plan  of  his  didn’t  work  out   .      “    alright   ,   buckaroo  ---   ”    another  quick  lookover   ,    brushing  off  the  other’s  shirt  before  he’d  pick  his  half-drunken  beer  can  off  of  the  ground  ;   raising  it  up  high  in  clear  provocation  to  these  thugs    .      “     make  sure  my  face  doesn’t  get  touched  and  i’ll  buy  you  a  nice  meal   .   deal ?    ”      as  if  he’d  even  remember  it  ,    anyway   .     

            “ would it be inhumane if i got my brother a leash ?? to keep him from wandering away and getting lost ?? ”

            ‘    how dare you assume i’m lost...   ’    discreetly checking her phone for the time , gaze flickers up.    ‘    i’m just looking for ... the nearest place to rest my head for the night ?  or rather looking for a place i can hide , to avoid being murdered by strangers who assume i’m lost.     ’

this was a stupid idea. one of the worst he’s ever had, probably. keir was never really that great with  ..  people. so it’s safe to say him standing outside of his neighbour’s door about to knock and attempt conversation is a little out of character for the hacker. bizarre, even. anymore thinking about how odd it was for him to be there and he might give himself a hernia. keir doesn’t even realize the curled form of his fist rapts against the door anyway, like it already made it’s mind up before the rest of keir. well, he could quickly dart away. leave before his neighbour answers the door, pretend it never happened. too late, apparently. there’s a shuffling sound behind the door and keir’s eyes grow wide because  ..  shit, he hadn’t really thought about what he was going to say. 

      Pain is a lounge singer, and he moves from place to place daily. He’s not the type that wants to be famous, so he’s not sure why he’s sitting waiting in the CEO’s office.

         ‘    your boring ... i was hoping for entertainment.   ’      kai utters , frown settling on his lips. he'd been watching them rather openly --- he didn’t have anything to hide . he liked to people watch , find potential clients.    ‘   now that i’m looking at you better too , you scream boring. my guess is you lead a pretty boring life , eh ?   ’