“Oooh, who’s this? Haven’t I seen your face somewhere before?” The tall male, looked to his side after having approached the bar, eyes landing on the smaller next to him who also seemed to be getting a drink. He was playing it off as if he just noticed him, though in fact he abandoned a different drink somewhere else in the bar to come get another one and create the current ‘coincedental’ situation. “Ah could i’ve seen you perform somewhere?” A barman placed the other his drink down, but without saying anything Jongsuk slipped the guy some cash. His eyes remained on Jaehyun as he paid for the man his drink without inquiring first. “Or maybe you’re just a face so handsome i remembered it in passing by.”

“I’m never offering to teach you how to dance again. I’d like to keep all of my toes, thank you.”

       [TEXT TO: Explosion Boy]: Sooooooo, are you a flowers kinda guy?        [TEXT TO: Explosion Boy]: cause if so, I can grab you some if you                                                      let me know your favorite kind. :)

      ❝ you can sit in someone’s lap and still be family friendly, ❞ she says,       and as if to prove her point she slides onto his lap, an arm resting on       his shoulder to hold herself steady, legs crossed at the knee, like a       kid sitting on santa’s lap. ❝ see? ❞ she asks with a grin, followed by       a sip of her iced tea. ❝ how are you, darling? ❞ she asks, depositing       her drink delicately on the table, before adding as an afterthought,       ❝ you don’t mind, do you? i’ll move if it’s weird. ❞

“Well you might, and this is a big might, be able to ask Merlin’s AI to help fill in the general mission statement report so all you’d have to note are minor comments at the end,” Briggs offered. “Her name’s Helena – don’t ask, he named her, not me. How do I know its a she? Female voice and its said to refer to her as a female.”

                    《 ※ 》     ❝  WHATEVER IT IS that stirs your soul, listen to that. Everything else is just noise.  ❞ With the pad of his forefinger, Sangcheol presses the play button on the flat surface of his phone screen and almost immediately, music begins to fill up the dance studio. Dark hues are now watching her intently, urging her on. Feel it. 

  “            there’s  no  point  in  helping  him   ,   anyway.     it’s  his  time.       ”        if  she  hadn’t  been  a  witness  to  the  death   ,     perhaps  she  wouldn’t  be  standing  where  she  was   ,     WAITING  for  the  choking  mailman  in  question  to  pass  on.          but  as  her  superiors  would  put  it   -----   a  reaper  in  close  vicinity  is  a  reaper  who  holds  responsibility.       and  so  here  she  was    ,     attempting  to  make  NORMAL  small  talk  with  the  stranger  next  to  her   ----  her  job  having  caused  her  to  become  indifferent  to  these  situations  when  they  arise.        “           i’d   just  turn  around  and   pretend  this  never  happened   ,   if  i  were  you.     ”

       ❝ are we still not talking? how many times will i have to say SORRY before you do... ❞