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"Why do you always do that?"
“Why do I always do what?” He glanced at the other and then to his hand that’s been twirling the pencil between his fingers for the past half hour now. “This?” He gave the writing instrument another twirl and raised it up to the male. “Force of habit, I suppose. Helps me channel through visuals when I’m uneasy.”
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⇢ wuryuk
----- as soon as he saw that ridiculous hat over the other male’s head, yongguk frowned and shook his head slightly, he couldn’t stand that, the other was looking truly... weird and he couldn’t let people see such thing for so long. he was actually protecting this friend of his, preventing him from further embarrassment and he should be grateful. though, once the other said he liked that ugly hat, the frown got bigger and the detective left out a confused hum, bringing his left hand to scratch his neck, tilting his head slightly. ❝ Seriously? ❞ yongguk questioned, the same confused expression remaining onto his features. and with an amused smile spreading across his lips, he raised both eyebrows and spoke again, ❝ Are you sure you like it? I mean, that hat... is not a beautiful hat. ❞
"Don’t look at me like that."
⇢ Put one of these in my askbox to see how my muse reacts. source: ☓ —— accepting: yes. —— ( wuryuk )
—– yongguk blinked slightly and tilted his head, running his fingers through his dark locks before pressing his lips together into a thin line. ❝ Like what—-? ❞ he questioned while trying to disguise the amused smile which started to spread on his lips, turning his gaze somewhere else to prevent himself from laughing or something.
☠
Send me a ☠ for your muse to stab mine
It was a soft press of blade into his flesh. It pierced through smooth and fast, too fast in fact, for the fae to notice the pain. Head flitting in the direction of the impaler, his eyes went wide. The one who drove a weapon into him was one of the darker forms of creatures he’s ever come across.
Panic suddenly filled Thorn; it was unusual to be attacked in the street especially when there were so many to witness. Did he miss something? Had he done wrong to any particular underling of the one he faced? Why in the world was he stabbed? He now had a hand clutched to the wooden base of the dagger, blood now staining the thin white cotton that surrounded his injury. “Excuse me but that was rude,” he said bluntly. “I don’t recall having associated or hurting anyone of your... kind. Whatever it is.”
wuryuk replied to your post:#
-casually writes your death in the note. sits back and enjoys the show- I liked you, you know.
Ryukkie, you’re so cute. Have you had any apples today?
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♡ [ Damien ]
♡ : Does your muse have any birthmarks or scars they get embarrassed about others seeing?
Damien is a little shy about others seeing the bullet wound scars on his chest. Mainly because if they were to ask questions about it he wouldn’t be able to answer them all depending on what they asked. It sucks when you can’t remember anything from when you were living.
wuryuk:
“If so, make sure to aim correctly and send me flying anywhere but the one so called humans.” He smirked faintly, hand patting his cheek for the other to hit.
“Right there? On that puffy cheek?” Kyungsoo huffed, threatening to throw his bag of oranges right over at his target. It was his first encounter seeing a.. What is it? Neither he nor that drunk hobo laying on the street, being unusually calm, knew of its origins. “I have this here and I’m not afraid to use it!”
[ text ]:I just got mistaken for a porn star.
Damien furrowed his brows some at the text he had just received and pursed his lips slightly before responding back.
[Text to: Ryuk]: And why did you feel the need to inform me of this?
