#woobinia

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     “Tell me more, what’d you prefer then?” Humour shone in gaze prominently, but he was certainly liking content of discussion.

Iskra had nothing against the rain, in fact in such devilish weather, she rather have mostly rainy days around instead of the blazing sun over her head. However, she didn’t planned to spend the first weekend at the academy looking like a wet chicken, for the love of god– The female sighed as she had to interrupt her tour around campus to shelter herself from the merciless droplets, yet soon was joined by somebody else, who caught her attention and made her turned her gaze towards them. Despite his chalant words, he looked rather young and it was absolutely unforgivable to get involved with a student, and that was rule she fully supported, so she ignored his comment, and simply flashed a polite smile. “Here–” she said handing him a white handkerchief, a piece of fine cloth with a little blue embroidered flower at one of the corners, so he could dry himself a little. “Seems like the rain got you by surprise.”

The Necromancer swayed her hips towards him, once getting out of the taxi-- flashing a small smile at him. “Hey--” She replied, quickly grabbing his hand with a little smirk curling her lips upwards. “So fancy-- I’m going to grow spoiled, handsome.” Once he opened the door, she stepped inside, taking a glance around and smiling to herself, since she thought this was the type of treatment she deserved-- long silky gown flowed over the marble floors as she was guided to the booth. Woobin was once to feel comfortable easily apparently, since his arm was already around her shoulder, but she didn’t minded much, so instead loosely wrapped an arm around his waist until they arrived to table. She slipped inside and studied the situation-- she had to admit that his confidence and the apparent influence he had was quite alluring, so crossing her legs, she smirked and waited for the waiter to leave the menu boards and walk away, to speak again. “You have great taste.” 

     While he was generally aware of surroundings considering tuning people out was not an exact possibility, it wasn’t as if a whole lot of known acquaintances where on hugging terms with him outside the dorms so whilst he may have been distracted by focus zeroed on phone it’d been no less of a surprise when arms that definitely did not belong to Ren or anyone else his mind tried to supply guess with circled around waist, muscles tense due confusion until the distinct smell of cigarettes engulfed senses, mild disgust in flashing in the recognition crossing over features before he inclined head to cast puzzled look at the male, accompanied with quirk of mouth into crooked smile, “Hi handsome. Didn’t know I ordered a standing couch.” Relaxing he adjusted balance to lean weight against the other, head tilted back to rest against shoulder, faint amuse evident in tone as much as curve of mouth as he brought phone up to face level in order to finish sending the text he’d been interrupted with, “I don’t mind snuggling but I gotta ask, did you need something or just feeding your other fix?” That being me. Indicating he wouldn’t really care which was case, or if Woobin denied it entirely. However unlikely that was. 

     Point was-- “No hold up, you misunderstood?” Huff of laughter, for the utter ridiculousness of this, a tentative grin made appearance with humour lacing tone, “I didn’t mean like exclusive picnic, academy wide more cause I’m wandering around like an idiot trying to get people to grab even one muffin off my load so I can fucking throw this basket in the kitchen when it’s empty, sooner the better. But been slow going, for some reason.. so you should, you know relieve my suffering and take a few maybe I dunno if they even taste good but if not feel free to throw them away.” He’d done that himself, if the warning given they’d know had not sounded eerily convincing. How Stupid. “I could sit down for a moment though so we can pretend it’s a twosome picnic if you wanna entertain me.” Or if not, that was fine too. Disappointing, but he’d live. Still head tilted with something akin to expectancy in the jerky gesture, as if telling the male to follow as Denìtr turned with a last flashed smile to walk over the the nearest bench, not waiting to hear answer. If he had any good hunch, it would be one of agreement, as it had apparently been just moment ago for reasons unknown.

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Faking enthusiasm was too difficult during his morning classes, but he figured an unenthusiastic student was not the most peculiar sight for a stranger to see. The mechanics of magic had always bored him, preferring to learn by doing and starting wherever he saw fit. Soohyuk had a natural talent for magic and had always been one to work in leaps and bounds rather than standardized baby steps.