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"Did you really just insult Captain America in front of me?"

"So you're a liar and a thief."

"So are you going to kiss me or can I finish this cigarette first?"

"Can I touch your boob?"

"Is it bad that I enjoy infomercials more than I enjoy actual television shows?"

"So your mother is pregnant and it might be my fault."

"You smell like butt."

"Please tell me I'm hearing things and that you're not actually listening to Kidz Bop right now."

"You either owe me a hundred cookies or a really expensive bottle of vodka—your choice."

"What the hell did you just say about my favorite band?"

"Please never call me by my full name ever again."

"Do you prefer to read or watch your porn?"

"I think I need to lose ten pounds."

"Who do you love more, me or your mom?"

"Tell me the dirtiest joke you can think of."

"Were you aware that there is ice cream?"

"That was worth seven thousand dollars and you think 'I'm sorry' is going to make us even?"

"It's not that you're wrong, exactly, you're just extremely not right."

"You shouldn't be trusted with small children, should you?"

"Give me cake or give me death."

"I'm starting an idiot jar. Any time you do or say anything idiotic, you have to put at least a dollar in it—more depending on how stupid the thing that you said or did was."

"Are you actually wearing my underwear right now?"

"I want candy."

"On a scale from, 'I can sometimes make important phone calls without crying' to 'I have a stable job with a steady income, a spouse who loves me, a dog, and two kids who are screwed up minimally at worst' how much of an adult are you?"

                “Ah. A friend. I’m sure they’re just running late.”

At least the other could stick around here and give Yushin come      company until his friend got here.

With a light nod, Yushin simply went back to playing what he had      been, but continued to speak with the other male.

                “Ah, yeah. I mostly play for fun. At least for right                 now. I’m part of a friend’s band, but I play the                 bass guitar for that. I mostly play this girl for fun.”

He wasn’t bragging or anything, just casually mentioning the band, seeing as the other had simply asked if he played for fun or not. The band was fun, he loved playing in it, he just didn’t play the acoustic guitar for it. He didn’t even play the electric guitar for it. Nuru did that.

                                “I’m Yushin. Bellomi Yushin.”

It seemed only polite to tell the other his name, seeing as they were merely chatting. It seemed rude to speak with someone at such      length and not tell them your name.

     Somewhere in the back of his mind, he considered that the guy might just be lonely -- after all, if people weren’t running off because of his guitar, the moment he stopped, they stopped listening anyways and left either way. Life as a musician must’ve been hard.      Eungyeol snapped out of his thoughts as the guitar began once more, this time the stranger choosing to speak over it, though the footballer couldn’t really guess why. Maybe it was one of those idle, nervous habits if you do it enough. 

     ❝ A band? That’s cool! ❞

     Okay, that was pretty cool. The band that had formed at his academy was mediocre at best, but everyone tried to encourage them in apparently vain hopes that they’d spend more time practicing rather than goofing off. But from how this guy had been playing, though weird as it was in public like this, he was good.

     ❝ What’s it called? Maybe I can look it up later to give it a listen! I really like finding new music. Mostly it drowns out the sound of my roommate working out since he’s constantly doing it. ❞

     Hand subtly twitched, ready to reach over to shake the other’s. But no, he was preoccupied with that guitar, and so it wouldn’t be good to interrupt him. Eungyeol wasn’t planning on their conversation going so far as to exchange names -- he wasn’t planning on any conversation at all, in fact. If his parents were here, they’d probably think he was making friends with hippies.

Sasha cleared her throat as she suppressed the itch of hilarity. “How long is your computer frozen? Perhaps you plugged it while it’s loading? Have you checked it out if you downloaded viruses or anything?” She blabbed, actually has no idea how to clear out the caller’s problem. Her friend who is the real technical support also is nowhere to be found.

     ❝ Oh! ❞ The sudden anticipation and excitement made it seem like his computer problem was already solved, but it was followed forthwith immediately by a disappointed tone. It was like you could hear the way his shoulders dropped. ❝ I don’t know, actually. I’d do a virus scan but it’s... hah! Well. Anyways! I don’t go to sites that would give it viruses! ❞ Please, oh please don’t think he’s some crazy porn maniac or something!

     ❝ Hey... are you all right? ❞

If scaring the crap out of poor, unsuspecting Dori was the established intention here, it worked. Regardless of whoever it was that pulled a jump scare on this guy, he flinches and exclaims in his native tongue in turn, “shit, you scared me!” 

Yet the real game changer is that this person wasn’t just anyone– the familiarity of this person’s voice, their hug, and finally, their face takes him aback. He’s in great disbelief when he’s faced with that dumb, goofy grin of his, eyes widening to make sure that every detail they’re capturing is piecing together the person he thinks it is and wants it to be. Dori’s life has passed by with new changes and new experiences compared to the last time they’ve talked, but no sign of Eungyeol at all. 

It’s been too long since then, and to him, it feels as if they’re almost a lifetime apart. Rest assured, he loves his presence all the same.

“Are you–Eungyeol?”

There’s no doubting himself now! He makes sure to welcome the chum back into his life by pulling him back into that tight hug he was too stunned to return, arms squeezing his frame with a force similar to a boa constrictor. To top that off, he sounds like he’s about to cry when he happily yells his name with a broad smile. And then you have him, still trapping Eungyeol, jumping with joy. “Eungyeol!”

     He hadn’t understood the other’s words, but got the gist of them, yet proceeded to ignore the fact anyways. Their reunion was way more important than worrying about giving the guy a heart attack! 

     There’s only a spare moment where he can begin to take in the other, and it hasn’t been a full year, but it feels like a lifetime. It seemed like Dori really had upgraded his wardrobe, which helped out a whole lot. Perhaps if it were another time, Eungyeol would feel a little worried towards his own outfit in comparison, but not when there was excitement and joy flooding through his veins, almost as great as any thrill of a soccer match.       Dori’s question was unnecessary, but the footballer grinned wide and gave a quick nod as if he was ready to just let his head disconnect from his neck and probably -- go up into the clouds or something.

     A sound escaped him as the other then wrapped arms around him with the force of some sort of robot or something, tighter than he had expected, but that was okay since it was Dori and it had been over half a year since they last saw each other. And then the jumping came, and whether he wanted to or not, he was jumping with, arms grasping at Dori in return as he synchronized their jumps. Conversation be damned, they were having the time of their lives.

     ❝ Dori!! Dori! ❞

First Interaction Starters ; accepting

    ❝ A-anio… ❞