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questions about your character.

♥ - What does ‘love’ mean to them? ♠ - What are they afraid of? ♦ - What is one thing about them that they are most proud of? ♣ - What is one thing that they find embarrassing? (About them, others, things in general) ★ - Do they prefer daytime or nighttime and why? ☾- Are they prone to nightmares or dreamless sleep? ☼ - Something that/Someone who makes them happy. ☁ - If they’re caught out in the rain how do they react? ♪ - Are they musically inclined? ♫ - What kind of music do they enjoy? ✓ - How do they react to praise? ✕ - How do they handle rejection? ☺ - Do they prefer sour or sweet treats? ❄ -  Favorite season and why? ☮ - Do they have an idol or someone they look up to? ❤ - Do they have a love interest? ✖ - Who is someone they just cannot stand? ♔ - Do they value loyalty? ♕ - Do they trust easily?

"Bingo. You just found something we have in common. Christmas ain’t making any difference. I hoped people in this country wouldn’t get infected by that shit, but it spread like a bonfire within the last few years." He said, shrugging as not having anything else to add to it. He wasn’t a big fan of the holidays either, that was for sure. He had been as a child, but that was pretty much it. It faded with time as figurines weren’t interesting any more. The more time he spent outside of home, the less interesting it all become; distance. A small, if even evident laugh escaped him upon her comment, slowly shaking his head. "Ya’ so weak you can’t even man up? You’re being sexist, nice. But I think I’d rather keep my dick to myself, though." He said, bluntly patting beneath his belt, though not exactly vulgarly, more for the display. "You can just use one of those strap-ons and you’re good to go." Clapping his hands together, he proceeded with rubbing them against each other before clicking his tongue to the roof of his mouth. "Ain’t that hard, figuratively speaking." An impish grin spread over his full lips, eyeing the female further as if trying to determine his age just by looking at her. Of course impossible— she was flawless as every other vampire when it came to aging. Looked like she was in her mid-twenties, nothing more or less. The exact number mattered less. "So you’re not one of those then? That’s reassuring. I ought myself to be uncanny all over, exterior and interior, Fei. You’re going into detail already. Should I speak of you as canny, then?”

“What do you expect?  Globalization has infected everyone.  I miss the times it—” she cut herself off, deciding that he wouldn’t really care about her rants and how the smaller world made her feel more claustrophobic than before.  Hell, if the roles were reversed she wouldn’t give a damn either.  Her eyes rolled half in amusement and half annoyance at his words.  “Oh don’t get me started on this ridiculous conversation please before we start talking about sizes and dicks in general.  I don’t even know how your lot deals with such things in your pants.  Seems ridiculously uncomfortable to me.”  She eyed the pants in question, confusedly, then shook her head.  Men were odd.  Very, very odd and she didn’t exactly like it.  “Figuratively speaking ,” she echoed with a slight snort.  His grin perplexed her once more for just a few moments before she shrugged and, ran a hand through her hair, a creature of habit always.  Furrowing her brow together,  she titled her head to the side and pursed her lips.  “You keep talking about one of those people and I don’t even know to whom you’re referring.”  Although Fei had an inkling of an idea, she wanted confirmation.  “Canny?  Hrmm, I suppose you could though I don’t think it fits all that well.”  That was typical Fei though, to her nothing fit just right.  Pain really.  

Talk it out || Siwon & Fei

Strikingly Similar || Gyuri & Fei