east of the sun

The lingering lock of his obsidian irises maintained their target until it was given by word of show; the lighter held up in retrieval. With it received so that his cigarette could serve its purpose and be lit for that decent smoke, Taecyeon merely blinked with the dip of his chin to nod downward in a bow. Peeling away that look he then retrieved his glass and finished the contents in it. A light chime of clicks from melted bricks of ice resonated off the glass. The toxins of alcohol would wash away quickly; especially given the mediocre amount he had already intaken as he stirred upon his stool and spun about to face the patrons who idly enjoyed themselves. His back pressing against the bar counter as his elbows rose to sit upon the sill of the bar; his head teetering to side and view the male acquaintance who he lent a lighter to; sensing the presence of smoke and building his urge to enjoy one as well. 

Wasting no time he picked up a cigarette, placing the stick like object between his lips. In a trained motion he light the small flame, and lighting the cigarette. Taking a slow intake he held his breath, letting the smoke whirl around in his body. In a smooth motion he blew out the smoke, his shoulders fell and his muscles relaxes— Oh the effect of a good smoke.  Once having enjoyed his first breath of smoke he grabbed the square formed object and walked over to it's owner.  It didn't take him many strides before he ended up before him, holding out the lighter to him. "Thanks." Conversational skills had never been skills, at least not since arriving at the mundane world, and that hadn't changed. Done with his business, he turned around with the cigarette in his hand and headed back to his seat and drink.

Strange enough, Myungsoo had initially found interest in learning the language for one sole reason, the hopes of returning to Japan again someday. But however, in a small expanse of time he had discovered new plans, new ideas. Amazing how such a thing could happen in his life to change his view on almost everything. That desire had still been there, however. “I can see how that’s accurate.” He heaves a sigh, index finger still tapping along his lower lip as he thought.

He nodded. "Childish, but still doesn't beat the quality of this book." The Fable couldn't help but chuckle a bit before folding his arms over his chest.  Japanese was a difficult language to teach, perhaps even the most difficult out of the east asian ones yet— teaching it to someone was probably even more difficult. Well so he assumed, it had taken him some time to learn it as well, then without anyone to help him along.

Her taste was odd, it’s something not most people would find. People wanted to leave reality in order to focus on the story in between the pages, to find hopes of dreams and fantasy. She wasn’t one of them. Naeun wasn’t the type of person to be seen around these types of locations, mainly because it never caught her eye so easily like most things. She enjoys artistic things, like smearing paint on a canvas and falling in love with what people create with two hands.

He nodded slowly to her words, a single title coming to mind at first. "If that's the case, follow me." The fable rose from his position, leaving behind the earlier pastime of his on the wooden counter. Stepping around the counter he motioned for the other to follow him. The many isles of books would at times appear as a maze of books, at least to first timers, such as herself,  to his shop.

      ❝ I can only see the world in shades of scarlet.                           And after spending the night in the wolf’s trap,                                                            The echo of the moon rings loudly in my ears.