#sweats-

Dazai chews on chuuyas hair

 “Ah.” 

Hands deep into some dough, the makings of a noodle maker beside him. The kitchen was seemingly transformed into a noodle making factory, there was a lot of food being made here and Hung, being bored out of his wits aside from training had decided to make some lungmen noodles for dinner. 

I think it bears correcting that they never explicitly say they want him to come back, only "live on, for our sakes too". In fact, it kinda sounds like they've accepted that he's not coming back at all.

@impseola

     It was one of those nights again, where Hansol awoke in cold sweat and a heaving chest, eyes dilated as he looked around in disorientation. It’s been years since his powers surfaced, and it wasn’t that he minded his visions. The good ones were pleasant, to say the least. But the bad ones had him near a panic attack at times, and no matter how much they recurred, Hansol never got used to them. 

     He found himself wandering the dark halls, cocooned in his blanket as he dragged his feet towards the astrology room, breathing a sigh of relief when he flicked the dim lights on. This was his safe haven, where he felt like he could be himself and by himself. Here, not even his visions would bother him. 

     Sitting on the stool in his usual corner, Hansol began setting up his telescope, hoping that the skies were clear enough for him to see something interesting.

Shinguuji*

She didn't like how close the president had gotten while they were talking- and she was right. The second she felt her hands on her neck she tilted her head up to try and ease the pressure on her trachea, taking a step back as her hands hovered close, ready to grab the womans wrists if she went any farther then she currently was.