Muse: Any type of comedy movie to make herself feel better

     Denìtr could say something about the possibility of him actually being hurt by 97% of any things physical or magical anymore extremely slim, but alas. He’s going to play by this, for however long it stays entertaining. Or profitable. “Aww I’ve never had a lousy big brother, you’re hired! Temporarily.” Cheery tone carried declaration as he reached to pinch the male’s cheek, quick to draw back only to slink arms with Soohyun and starting to drag him along, “Now, the fourth rule of brotherhood dictates you’re expected to buy me coffee. Effective immediately.”

     “But you’re oh so interesting do indulge me.” Sarcasm was laid down heavy, even as he directed a pointed glance at the outfit of choice – which in all honesty wasn’t bad, but Soohyun liked to talk shit and he’s always been fast to follow, “And yet.” Head tilted slightly to the side with a satisfied grin making appearance, “At least I am cute.”

     He jerked back as if scorched, betrayal marring features though he had to work for keeping the grin down. “How dare you.” Eyes dipped briefly to asses the male’s own attire, sniffing with an air of mock haughty superiority, “Like you’re one to talk.”

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Thankfully, they had resident witches and warlocks around, and someone told her to go up to the mountain village to find them. One she was told not to waste her time with, Seline-- she was heartless, but Soohyun might as well help. She didn’t liked the idea to trust a warlock instead of a witch, but she didn’t had much choice. Then only witch she knows of at the academy is a student, and something told her she would end up in more trouble if she went to him. So there she was at the door of the Sunna apartments. “2e they said right?” She mumbled to herself and knocked on the door. 

“Well ain’t it. Win-win for all. Nothin’ like good old banana peeling.” 

“Tragic man. See I’m a connoisseur of fine bananas.”