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     Becoming desensitized to his sinister sayings at this point, all she could offer was a quirk of a neat eyebrow and a questioning gaze. The temperature has lowered enough that the concrete she sat on gave a biting chill to the bare skin that made contact to it, and immediately she wishes she’s brought a jacket. He might have thought that the shiver she gave was from his words.

“Well that’s not a very pleasant dream. Unless you’ve enjoyed it. What was the context of my death? Did I go out with my dignity, at least?”

     A hint of a smile touches at her features before she turns away. Had her father known her preferred company ranged towards those ravaged by life, in which their prominent madness showcases through their apparel and visage – hungry eyes, dark clothing, inked skin – she’d have been immediately forced to attend a charity event with those whom she truly belonged with – neat hair, pressed suits, and soft hands who have never spent a day working. What her father does not see is the equally vibrant glint in her eyes that scream for blood, or the scars that adorn flushed skin. All he sees is his company’s Chairman of the Board, not his daughter, not his own child.

     So Kyungri retreats to the darkness to find an echo of how she feels, of the fiends who actually understand her morbid sense of humor. Her eyes drifted to him before she tried catching his gaze, signalling for him to join her on the floor.

“They say dreams are a manifestation of our inner desires. Do you wish to kill me? Have I done you wrong?”

    Boot scuffs against the pavement, but the tread is already worn away. Years spent walking have ground it down to leave behind the initial uniform design for hills and valleys in the arch and plateaus on the heel. He doesn’t think about it.

    He doesn’t think about anything as he conjures up his response. It’s easy to forget the distance between them when they’re chatting like this. Physical, social, emotional - there are leagues separating them on each count and it’s obvious to anyone that looks, but he feels as if he’s her equal right now. Leaning against the wet brick of the building behind him, standing over her, he’s comfortable.

    “Always enjoy it, Sweetheart.”

    He’s not looking at her, not really; he’s looking past her as he attempts to recall the events of the previous night’s brief reprieve.

    “Was with a knife, real personal, y’know? Don’t normally do shit like that. S’quicker with a gun, but ya went fast enough. Bled out on the floor ‘nd I just kinda sat there next to ya. Think that’s some kinda symbolism?”

    The fixation on the ground next to where her head is in his field of vision is broken as he comes back into reality and he reaches for his most-often used vice: cigarettes. It’s a moment before he silently offers her one, as well.

    “That’s way too fuckin’ deep right now.” A half-hearted chuckle. “You haven’t pulled anything yet.”

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「✌」: Some people don’t feel comfortable going to parties or going out generally, what about your muse? Are they the party’s spirit, are they the person that usually stays and sulks in a corner or they’d rather prefer to stay inside, watching a movie?

     Woobin would consider himself to be an introvert withextroverted tendencies. He’s not usually a social person, choosing to spendmost of his spare time to working on the many investigations he takes on.Sometimes he will join the festivities that his apartment complex, Cheonguk,would host, but more often than not he would keep to himself. His neighbors arequite an interesting bunch and are sometimes too much for him.

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— ❛ What’s stopping you? Prison time or, let me guess, ❜

How FIGHTS boiled his blood. He was very literally created to assassinate, and as much as he pushed his instincts aside, they’d arise in one shot whenever someone threatened him. His fists were shaking in thrill, and nothing could stop him-- the hammer of justice is unisex, as his father would ( most probably ) say.