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( chwe hansol, cis-male, he/him ) — there goes KEITH BAEK who appears to be a 24 years old MERFOLK. i think they’re headed towards MYSTICA RECORDS. word is the STUDENT has been in town for TWO YEARS. you might know them as CHARMING and MYSTERIOUS. the last time i talked to them, they told me their favourite song was AQUAMAN BY BEENZINO.

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dreamsfate·:

blair’s eyebrows quirk up. it seemed like the man deserved this record more than he did. he’s a merfolk, too, blair had noticed, what with his stunningly smooth complexion and pretty eyes—but that was beside the point. his grandfather certainly wouldn’t mind receiving a different album, would he? “really? you can have it, then. i can look for another one.” blair insists, pushing the record back towards the other. and when he gets a proper look of his face, he tilts his head an angle. “hold on,” he says with a smile, “i’ve seen you in class! keith, right? you take biology 201?”

“ Oh, uh. It’s okay. I think it’s more practical that I can just steal the same one from my father’s stash. I practically grew up listening to ABBA so, yeah. You can have it. ” Keith offered the record once more to him politely, nodding along as he reasoned. Although it would have been nice to have one to himself, it might be more so like decor after the countless days he has spent listening with his father; grown tired hearing the same songs all day, everyday. With the manner at how the other had stare at him, features expressed a puzzled look which caused him to back away for a bit. “ W-Why are you looking at ahh. yes, that’s me. And you’re Blair from Biology. I knew you looked familiar. ”

#⊹ ｡ — BLAIR ... THREAD01 !#⊹ ｡ — prose !#dreamsfate

suprsticious·:

“ i had it first, tuna. ” hyeon can’t say exactly what it is about keith that pulls out the bickering attitude. it’s not like they’re rude to each other, frankly, hyeon refuses to sit by and listen to anyone else bad-mouth the younger one. the familiar doesn’t even plan on buying the vinyl they pretend to read over. they’re half-tempted to carry the album around the store and then put it back, but hyeon turns it over. “ here. i already have super trooper. ” having lived during the height of abba, they bought their version ages ago.

“ You know, I always wonder why it had to be tuna over all the fishies you could pick from. ” Keith wondered why, no matter how insulting it sounded, but he saw it as a term of endearment. As if it was instinct with the way they both approach eachother; evident from the laws of nature that they’re bound to clash -- food-chain, ecosystem, prey-predator network. When Hyeon handed him the record, he quickly scan through the tracklist, “ I just wanted to look. Maybe I’ll have it on reserve so I can comeback to it for the next time. I’m already set on getting The Smiths today. ” Waving the album he had already chosen.

#⊹ ｡ — prose !#⊹ ｡ — HYEON ... THREAD01 !#suprsticious

starh-rtsh·:

river’s eyes found keith by the entrance. he recognized him from university, keith baek—one of blair’s friends. he’s seen them hanging out together. “you’re here early.” he says, completely ignoring keith’s comment about his mood as he chewed on his muffin. river did not like it when the café was clamorous. so he comes to the daily grind early in the morning where the sun is barely rising, the sun rays not too harsh, and the coffee just brewing. he comes early, but he’s never seen keith come this early, but he pays no more mind to it and continues to quietly devour his muffin. he wasn’t one for small talk, nor was he too keen on pursuing conversations.

“ I’ve always been early. ” Keith counters as he made his way to get his grub along with his steaming black coffee, sitting adjacent from River. No matter how closed off he can be, there has been some sort of comfort in doing small talk especially at times like these; where its quiet and cold in the early morning. “ -- just not as early as this. I have a this thingo today for extra credit, so yeah. ” He took a sip from his coffee; the bitter and strong taste made him smile in his seat, warmth awakening his senses. “ Is the daily grind your usual place ? ”

#⊹ ｡ — RIVER ... THREAD01 !#⊹ ｡ — prose !#starh-rtsh

dreamsfate·:

this was the first time blair went to mystica records. while he loved music, he wasn’t the kind of person who collected records or laser discs or anything vintage; he much preferred the faster, more practical choice of music streaming apps. after all, he can’t really whip out a record player in the bus if he wanted to listen to music in public. but he wanted to buy his grandfather a birthday present, and… there was something magical, almost—walking through the rows of records and taking in that distinctive smell of cardboard; it kind of felt like he was stuck in time. it’s oddly comforting. “huh? this?” blair blinks as he’s approached, looking a bit hesitant. then again, it’s stupid to get possessive over a record he hasn’t even decided to buy yet, so he passes the album to the other. “… here.”

Thankful for the kind stranger that lent the record for him to look into it whilst ocean-hued eyes perusing the lists of songs. “ This one, I’ve been trying to find for ages... ” He uttered, half and half if he’d take it upon himself or stick to his former already tucked between his side. When he was done looking, Keith politely return the record from the other with a smile, “ But thank you. You should get it. It’s a really good one. One of the best, actually. ”

#⊹ ｡ — THREADS !#⊹ ｡ — BLAIR ... THREAD01 !#dreamsfate #⊹ ｡ — prose !

― ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀OPEN STARTER ⠀ ❯ ⠀ @ MYSTICA RECORDS !

It’s been Keith’s ritual to go in and out of the record store every 2 weeks, built himself a collection for him to listen to. Perhaps they call it an obsession these days, and it sure did made him the happiest. He’d already have The Smiths in his hand, while something caught his eye. An ABBA one, particularly an album he doesn’t have yet. While he still stuck to his previous choice, he still made his way to check the latter one until the other had their hands on it. “ Hey. That’s a really good one though. Can I... take a closer look ? ” ( @crescentcovestart )

#⊹ ｡ — OPENS !#⊹ ｡ — prose !#crescentcovestart

starh-rtsh·:

open starter the daily grind ( café )

The sweet and saccharine aroma of fresh baked pastries mixed with todays morning brew saturated the air.

River took a small whiff, enjoying the comforting and welcoming smell that never failed to ease him. He hated mornings but he always looked forward to going to the local café. This was his favourite place in town, third only to his humble home and the forest.

He then promptly bought his usual purchase. A cold brew and a banana nut muffin. This order hasn't changed for the last five years. River liked to be consistent with things. He has a routine. He walked over to his usual place, a small booth nook with a metallic table that reflects the morning sun. It almost blinded him for a second.

"I hate mornings..." He thought with a deadpan look on his face as he took a seat, taking a small sip of his drink before staring through the glass pane. The window framing the quaint beauty of crescent cove as the town began to awake. The birds have began singing, a gentle cool breeze fills the atmosphere, the shops slowly preparing for opening, and the sun embracing this beautiful and magical town.

"I still hate mornings..."

His thoughts were then cut short. His attention diverting to the door as he heard the familiar ring of the entrance door chimes. Curious to know who it was.

bye this is my first time doing this whole rp thing

Morning glories stuck on tired lids, roughly rouse from sleep with his senses yet to awaken; orienting himself that it’s time to spring out of bed. There were times when Keith had exhausted himself from the night before, which took a tol on his body. Hence, with a yawn expelled from his lips, he mindlessly saunters to his black leather jacket and his messenger bag that had been on his sofa from the night before.

Rubbing his eyes with the sun still peaking from the sea, it made him quirk up a smile, prompting him to take a deep breath as his day was about to get started. There was that earthy smell of coffee being roasted with the mixture of the aroma of butter and bread that filled his lungs, drawn by the bakery across from his home. And with just that, he stuck to the entrance where the scent ends. From a few inches away from him, he’s heard a distraughtful mutter from the other, “ Man, it’s too early to be in this type of mood. Cheer up a little. ” Already contemplating on what he’ll get; perhaps an americano as dark as his jacket along with a vegan bagel.

#⊹ ｡ — RIVER ... THREAD01 !#starh-rtsh #⊹ ｡ — prose !#( i hope this is okay. let me know if u want to change parts of it. im soo excited to write aaaahh!)