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Doyoon's proclivities for wandering around Evermall keep him in spots that are all too easy to identify. Should one take an interest in finding him after work on Tuesdays, he would be at his usual spot in the furthest corner of the food court using his arms as a pillow. On Friday, he explores without purchasing much of anything. Saturday is for recalling infrastructure exploits in the walkways. But today is Sunday β and it is particularly unlike him to linger in the same spot for so long ( though, one might say that it's perfectly predictable he is, anyway ).
His shoulder is pressed against the furthest wall; one tucked away in an alcove across from a rather unpopular 'gourmet' ice cream shop. ( He might suppose it would have something to do with having flavored like wasabi lemon and squid ink. )
Those lithe fingers of his wrap around something that does not quite resemble the standard panel every resident of Terra is issued. The build is bulkier, backplate dull and silvery. Beyond appearance, the formatting is quite different; far less sleek than the modern design. However, Doyoon seems so captivated by whatever is on the screen that he finds himself sliding down the wall into a hunched squat. His tongue finds itself pushed into the corner of his mouth, thumb pressing against his lips.
Something rather intriguing holds his attention β or, perhaps, someone. He is typing rather vigorously here and there, shaking his head every so often in some silent befuddlement.
"No way..." teeth grip the tip of his nail. He mutters beneath his breath to assure himself that what he reads cannot be true. His eyes have been glued to the encrypted forum nearly two hours now combing over every word, refreshing with a near obsessive fervor. The post he opens next is a detailed account of the message followed up by the user's conspiracy theory. Doyoon is engrossed. So much so he does not even notice the shadow stepping over him.
there's only one thing that yiyang is good at, something she does without fail, no matter the server she's onβand that's shopping. retail therapy is so important. crossing the threshold into working adult, yiyang's never felt more like she needs to throw money into all the shoes and bags her little paycheck can buy until she feels better. the heiress still has her family name attached to her despite the missing bank account, and the shops in the evermall are never closed to her.
she's going to shop until she drops, or forgets all the problems of employment. turning at whim along the corridors of the mall, yiyang skips through levels on the evermall like they're games to be cleared and she's got a cheat code with her, swiping her card for anything that catches her eye. but the codes might just have it out for her, when she clicks her new heels down the evermall to a wing much less taken, judging by the foot traffic. and despite the empty patronage, she manages to run into someone she knows.
the least and yet, biggest of her problems, is scrunched up by one of evermall's never-ending walls, completely focused on the strange, clunky panel that's in his hands. yiyang's been working with orbit on new skins for the anniversary of iron fist, except she hasn't, because their developer thinks she's an intern and she hasn't corrected him yet. he toes the line of being annoying for all the havoc he's causing to her, and just cute enough that yiyang can forgive him for it.
yiyang gets the urge to disturb doyoon, leaning over his shoulder to wait for him to notice her. her brow furrows when he doesn't for far too long, turning her face to his up close. "boo!" she calls, trying to scare his attention out of him. it seems typical of doyoon, even though she hasn't known him for very long. one hand reaches out for the panel, within snatching reach. "what are you looking at?"
