#somecrazylads

It feels like a damn shame to miss out on something that sounds and smells as good as Felix. He can only imagine the way his lips move when he speaks, the way his neck arches delicately when he sighs, and the way his eyes roll irritably when he’s being a shit.  Roman misses the way many things look -- the city at night, the stars in the sky, her -- but he never imagined he would miss something he’s never even seen. 

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@somecrazylads

“She was just elbows and knees when I met her. Big, blue eyes, more freckles than stars in the sky and a desperate need to please. She came by when her family moved in holding a tray of cookies and this nervous smile on her face. When I invited her in, she acted like her drawing breath was imposing on me. 

So I sat her down, and I showed her old pictures of me and my late husband. Oh, how her eyes lit up when she saw my old wardrobe, like she had been born in the wrong era. What a darling little thing.”

She paused, love in her dark eyes.

“She would come by every day, eager to hear my old stories. She would help me around the house, doing chores and whatnot, and...she refused to take any money for it. It was like she was escaping something. 

A lot of people would assume that I’d be wary of her. A well off white girl cleaning my home... but no. There is something pure and gentle about that girl. She had plenty of opportunities to rob my old self blind, but she never as much put anything back an inch out of place. What a good girl, she is.

One day, she came by, and that shock of red hair had been colored black...I asked her why she would do such a thing, but she would not answer. One look at her mother told me everything.” 

Ms. Jamie paused and sighed.

“Then, I got sick. The fear in those big baby blues couldn’t escape me. No, she was no good at hiding how bad it hurt. And I told her...baby girl, you can do anything, you don’t need me anymore... but she just cried and cried. She would skip family events to be by my side. The nurses grew to adore this tiny thing. She had nothing to gain from it, either.

How was she to know I had left her nearly everything? She was just a teenager. Lord, if I had known what she was going to go through, if I had lived just a few years more...”

Regret crossed her face. 

     “ Boy, that’s got to be the mildest response I’ve ever gotten... “     He can’t blame the stranger for that reaction, though.     “ Name’s Howl, nice to meet you. “    An introduction accompanied by the author jutting his hand out for a shake --- along with a wince at that movement --- not that he was really expecting it to be taken. 

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”My body feels like it’s gonna collapse,” he spoke with amusement in his tone as he looked over at the other male and flopped down on his sofa. He had invited Taemin over to have a guys night--most of Minhwan’s friends were back in Busan and while he did have friends in the big bad city, they weren’t ones he would fully trust. Taemin was pretty much the only one for now. The week at work had exhausted him and while he was happy to be in a managerial role now, it was clearly taking his toll on him. 

He blinked at the other’s reindeer horns and the cute little elf suit that was definitely too flirty to be worn around children and hummed thoughtfully. “It’s not that… it’s that it seems a bit impractically. Those booty shorts are so short that you are bound to freeze your whole area off and that would make it very unpleasant for you to do your work. I think it’s adorable but you should wait to wear it after you reach a closed facility because going out like this would just give you trouble, make you catch a cold and also… make your dick shrink and look smaller than it is. And that is not fun.” He nodded and slapped Papillon’s shoulder with a friendly smile. “I opted for a traditional Santa costume instead, what I plan is to keep the suit unbuttoned at my chest when I get to my client. It’s not the most creative but it’s a safe choice and I will not risk getting a cold with that thing.” 

the days grow weary, perforated with the altitude of a new ennui high. and when the nights come, they grow worse. they grow teeth. he’s been keeping himself occupied, busied with everything that he’s learned to make himself into. focuses more on his university, on his profession. he’s building a company amidst attending a business school, for goodness’ sake, he shouldn’t have had time to spare on these side thoughts. they’re insignificant, and this entire building a new life based on the money inherited from the crime-riddled company should be the differential factors to his father’s shadows. he’s not his father’s mistakes, and thus, all these thoughts shouldn’t create a lattice of design in his head. still, it doesn’t help that he’s still dependent on these thoughts to feel something, anything. depression has brought him to a brand new level, a notch that he’s recognized quite well: he recalls the entirety of this zenith beyond crying over his mother’s death.

and as the nights slip into view, he finds himself as kai more often. it feels somewhat cathartic — perhaps it has something to do with stroking his ego. it’s inevitable; kind acts are often associated with clearing one’s weight in the conscience. he’s of no exception. tonight, the clatter of his heartbeats doesn’t desist as he sneaks out of the rooftop to watch over the city. dangers are rampant in the area, and as the hours tick into diminutive measures, he climbs down via the fire exit, parkour techniques assisting him to land softer on the metal planes. there’s nothing much that comes with the night patrolling like this unless he has done his research prior, having an obvious target he can track with his enhanced sensing. he doesn’t truly know what to track tonight, whom to seek, whom to save. so, he’s letting himself be shadowed by the decrepit building next to an alley — the easiest way to blend in, to pass the night. sets his mind onto concentrating on impending perils in the vicinity, and when it catches on the bait, he finds himself surreptitiously following a man that seems too ordinary.