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It’s actually possible to get TIRED by the mere presence of a person, SAEBYEOK realizes as soon as the other appears in his periphery.  "What ??” His lips are pressed into a ( thin line ), attempt to not  S N A P  immediately failing before he even started.  OH WELL. “This better be important.”

No matter how RILEY looks at it, she seems to find no other way to put it.  “I---um, h-how do I--how do I s-say this... i--it’s BOOJEE, alright ?  I don’t--I don’t think you sh-should g--go with th-that design.   I-I just, th-the anim-mal print’s j-just n-not w-working, y-you know ?”

“So mister,” GARAM starts enthusiastically after her name’s called in by the receptionist, almost literally  F L O A T I N G  across the room towards the chair at the center.  Smiling delightedly at the tattoo artist to hide the INHUMANITY of her actions, she peeks over his towering shoulders.

It’s a little past six in the afternoon in San Diego, California, the sky turning a mellow shade of blue ( a sort of PERIWINKLE? ), and the air becoming just the right kind of cold.  The main road is unusually empty, save for a few cabs and private vehicles zooming past every few seconds.

Enter WARREN PARK, a boy with a certain level of PECULIARITY as well—there’s a faraway look in his eyes, and there are tiny bolts of energy crackling between his fingers as he makes his way up the hill to the nearest bus stop.  Not usually so careless with exposing his abilities, Warren finds himself preoccupied with the best mixture of anxiety and EXCITEMENT.  The few onlookers that could witness his miraculous act is the least of his concerns right now.

We’re watching Black Panther, Soohyun’s sonorous voice still rings loud and clear in Warren’s head, and just like the first time, he feels AGITATION move through his veins.  ( Let’s just say he almost put Soohyun in REAL danger. )

He hasn’t been in a real theater for quite some time now, and the fact that he’ll be spending his first time back with his hyung makes it all the more special.  (He actually did NOT forget to meet at the bus stop this time! )  He watches on fondly as he continues to allow electricity to spin around his hand.  He’s almost at their meeting place now.  The electricity in his palm intensifies.

Eventually, Warren hears his hyung’s MELODIC laughter, and he couldn’t help the smile that forms on his lips.  Opening his mouth to greet his brother, he’s cut off by another sound——a comparatively lighter, CHIME-LIKE giggle; something that definitely did not come from his hyung.  Warren stops in his tracks; the light in his hand goes out.  Don’t OVERREACT, don’t OVERREACT, he wills himself, but he couldn’t help the words that come out of his mouth.

“Ah, sh--oh fuc---fudgecakes.  I meant fudgecakes.”

Nothing about the situation helped GARAM’s case at all---not the sheepish grin, and most definitely not the mostly unnecessary CENSORSHIP.  No, there’s nothing that can hide the fact that she’s holding a DISGUSTING chunk of whatever the hell, and that there’s liters of ( FRESH BLOOD ) flowing from her mouth down to her shirt. “I--ah, this---this is not what it looks like ?”

“Ohh man, where’d you get this ??  This is like, my favorite !” LOKI is quick to grab the yet-to-be-identified DELICACY off of the other’s plate, and put it into his mouth.  The taste is UNCANNY, but heaven knows he’ll grab any chance to get on the other’s nerves. “What--what even is it ?”

If he’s being completely honest, WARREN isn’t entirely sure how he should go about his approach.  Should he maintain with the sickeningly sweet welcome of being the ( BABY-FACED ) boy-next-door ?  Then again, acting like a complete ASSHOLE despite the freshly-baked goods in his small hands would be completely  R I D I C U L O U S.  Even though his neighbor’s nightly parties PISS THE HELL out of him.

“Oh !  Uhh---” He finds himself STUTTERING when the door unceremoniously swings open. “I--ah, I had extra so-um, I figured y-you’d want some... ?”

The moment the door swings open, you could say that MIN JAE is trying his best to maintain a  C A L M  exterior---perhaps it’s the ( OVERLY FAKED GRIN ) threatening to rip his face in half, or it’s his  s p a t - o u t  greeting that’s giving his façade away. “Well, hello there !  It’s a LOVELY morning, isn’t it ?  Yeah, no---I’m not buying anything.  Wait, are you a mormon ?  I hope you’re not.  Because I DON’T wanna hear it.”