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They were talking about one of the other gangs in the city, he thought, but he couldn’t quite get close enough to hear the details. Q wasn’t one hundred percent sure, but he was hearing the word ‘mutts’ pop up a lot, and unless they were simply having an angry conversation about dogs, he could only assume they were referring to the Howlers. Q’s knowledge of the other three prominent gangs that ran Agdoeg was slim to none, but he had put together the fact that when someone was using a lot of demeaning werewolf references, they were usually referring to the Howlers. That much stayed constant at least. The other two were harder to pin down in conversation, and so he’d resolved to do a bit more research later on in the week, when Quinn didn’t have so much fucking homework to do. Goddamn, it was like the kid was the king of procrastination--- why couldn’t he just read the books he was assigned instead of getting himself into three different novels at a time? Q couldn’t comprehend, but then again, it wasn’t as if Quinn was super fond of his habits either. 

There came a point when pretending to fiddle with the vending machine for as long as he had started to cross over into a suspicious amount of time, and so Q opted to stop listening in on the conversation happening across the room, instead just grabbing the bottle of cold brew coffee he’d come for and heading back toward the hallway. Ah, but there was someone standing much closer than he’d expected, blocking his path.

Recovering smoothly before he could crash into Jungyul’s chest, Q stopped in his tracks, twisting the cap off of his coffee. “Oh--- hi, hyung,” he greeted, though he still wasn’t quite sure when the appropriate time to start calling someone ‘hyung’ was. Nearly four years of Korean lessons, yet he was quite lost in regards to the social norms here. Nonchalantly taking a sip of his coffee, he continued as if his previous behavior wasn’t weird in the slightest. “Vending machine’s acting up today, you might have to kick it a few times to get what you want.”

@vcjungyul​

According to the movies nowadays an assassin’s life was full blood, action, and madness...A spy’s life it was always thrilling, adventurous and daring. Real life, was completely different, and the life in a gang even more so. People had a tendency to forget about the mundane even in a dark world as the one the mermaid found herself into. Both positions were a job and they were only performed only when they were necessary or requested. However even a creature like her had to eat, shop, read, and needed a place to stay and do other things. Fortunately and thanks to her family with the Ivory Lotus she didn’t missed many of those things, however there were many missing things on the fridge and other utensils she would like to add.

First, she had to go to market and since there was a lot of movement between the hardworking people on train; a bus seemed like a good option, looking at just a few passengers around. That habit didn’t seemed to go away so easily. An old lady, a couple of students here and there, a young man not so far, while other two businessmen sat far across. 

At first she didn’t suspect of anyone, she had no reasons to.

During the marketplace was when Eun Byeol began to be wary about her surroundings and the people in it, grabbing exactly while she came for and turning in a hallway, walking straight to her next goal completely acknowledging the presence of the young man she was certain was in the same bus as her. Coincidence was something she learned did not exist, specially for a creature like herself. While Eun Byeol was playing dumb her mind was working with all different scenarios, it would be a lie to say she was not starting to become a bit anxious.

To be fair she had no special missions that day and the mermaid just wanted to lay down and get some cookies.