Mr. Director

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TO: Jumeown Nyan FROM: Sevnyan

[TEXT] So what you’re saying is don’t wash my hoodie. [TEXT] I am way ahead of you on that but it does have what you want on it. [TEXT] I’m free pretty much whenever honestly. [TEXT] You’re usually the more scheduled one so you tell me when. [TEXT] Can we stop in after you determine it’s hers?????

TO: 707 FROM: Jumin Han

[Text] Sacrifices must be made. [Text] Be there within the next thirty minutes. Don’t be late. [Text] And... [Text] Maybe, but I must secure the fur properly first.

#larcheson #[Larcheson 1]#Now the real question is 'can mutual love of cats bridge a misunderstanding'

larcheson:

While he is apologetic on the matter of causing a disturbance towards the other, he feels a slight tinge anger upon being addressed as someone who knew little about felines, or rather how he had been looked down about by the man. His disposition, previously softer and charming, now contorts, eyebrows lightly knitting together conveying the anger he had felt. “On the contrary, it depends on the cat and or kitten’s demeanor. Some take comfort in lively atmospheres. I’d prefer if you didn’t speak to me as if I’m an idiot.” His voice comes out plainly, without hesitation, though his tone has no detection of his anger, and more so his words.

“I admit… I had gotten too excited. It’s been awhile since I’ve… seen a cat… kittens…”

Jumin had never been the sort to make assumptions. He was more the type to weigh all data he had access to before coming to a conclusion that was open to questioning. That being said, lately, he’d been in a far more volatile -- by his standards -- mood than usual. Inaccuracies and mistakes had been popping up and while he still restrained his emotions, he found it had become harder.

“I’ll admit that you may be right on your point, but that is not accounting for those cats that require much calmer, more stable environments that are mixed with those who don’t, the general sensitivity of a cat’s ears, the movement of the air, how attentive they are to the one making the sounds, and various other factors.”

“Regardless though, I do believe I understand your excitement.” He told him before giving the kitten in his hands a softer look. “I’ve never been prone to it myself, but the outbursts people can have in the presence of cats is one of the more reasonable emotional expressions.”

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TO: Jumeown Nyan FROM: Sevnyan

[TEXT] Aren’t you supposed to nickname people you care about???? [TEXT] You just wanna keep us apart. Σ(°ロ°) [TEXT] I have her white fur she shed on me when I picked her up. [TEXT] She’s not with me right now but I could meow for you??? [TEXT] All jokes aside though, I was going to bring her to you but she [TEXT] wouldn’t let me so I figured I’d talk to you about it.

TO: 707 FROM: Jumin Han

[Text] Yes, that would be ideal. [Text] Anyway, if what you say is true, gather up all of her fur and I will meet you so I can analyze it myself. [Text] Do you know the cat cafe in Sector Six? [Text] We can meet there when you’re available. [Text] Bear in mind though that we will not be stopping in there. Elizabeth III’s precious fur mustn’t get mixed in with any others.

#latrocinari #[Latrocinari 1]#It's okay!#Now it's my turn to be kinda late lmao

latrocinari:

He had the personality of stale bread.

Well, to Zero, anyway. Most people would equate Jumin to the typical, normal businessman that people would see on the streets on a regular basis, but to an outlaw who got his kicks from making kids cry, he was pretty plain and boring. This could either go both ways - he could either get a good reaction from him or Jumin would ignore any advances he would make.

( He seemed pretty annoyed by his question, though. That was a good sign. )

However, his request did make Zero raise a brow for a minute. Seated by many cats? This was a cat cafe, so it wasn’t that odd, but a stuffy man like him, wanting to be seated by many cats? This was interesting.

“Of course. I’ll be obedient to your request… Right this way, sir.”

He purred just a little bit, his words on a dangerous line of inappropriate, but he did his job. Zero led the man to the area with the most cats. The kittens mewed and papped at Zero’s leg before focusing their attention onto Jumin, where they proceeded to turn their harassment towards. Pulling out a small notebook, Zero flashed him a smirk, tapping the point of the pencil on the pages.

“Aside from playing with the cats, I assume you want something to drink too?”

... Was this server implying what Jumin thought he was implying?

No, that couldn’t be the case. He knew not everyone in the world valued professionalism as much as he did, but commoners wouldn’t be so base as to say something like that.

Right?

Well, regardless, Jumin chose to ignore it, instead nodding before following him to the table. He had a moment where he watched the kittens swarm the employee and felt... something, but there wasn’t enough time for him to try and process it before they began to pay attention to him. In an instant, the foreign emotion fled and a warmth he hadn’t felt in months replaced it. Defying all expectations, he started to smile.

Taking his seat, his attention was immediately drawn towards the cats. His previously strict tone softened to an affectionate hum.

“There’s no need to fight for my attention, I can give all of you the love you need.” He beckoned one cat to hop into his lap while stroking down the back of another one. This feeling, this wholeness, he’d been searching for and craving it. Why hadn’t he come here sooner? Such a place was an undiscovered paradise for him. He was almost completely sucked into the feline attention when he recalled that he’d been asked for his order. Shifting back to his more stoic state, he finally answered.

“Oh, yes. I was able to glance at the menu. I would like a hot Earl Grey. It’s a pity you don’t serve wine, but I assume drinks like that would ruin the overall tone of this establishment.”

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Reblog if your muse has a nice butt

#This is my headcanon and I'm sticking to it

Where in the World is Carmnyan Sandiego [[closed; balancedcheck]]

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TO: Jumeown Nyan FROM: Sevnyan

[TEXT] Thanks so much for your vote of confidence in me [TEXT] Also I’m not an idiot I wouldn’t lie about seeing my Elly-belly out and about in the big world. [TEXT] I saw her on the ground [TEXT] I picked her up but she was mad about it [TEXT] And I don’t think wanted to go home with me???? [TEXT] Have you been telling her things about me

TO: 707 FROM: Jumin Han

[Text] Her name is Elizabeth III. [Text] You know very well why she would choose to stay away from you. [Text] You have been nothing but a menace for her since the time I’ve known you. [Text] Anyway, do you have evidence to back up your claim? [Text] Photographic evidence documented by the government and confirmed by various expert eye witnesses is preferable, though you could also send an audio clip of her dulcet meows.

#Still taking stuff for this!#It might be a little bit admittedly because my first final is tomorrow buuuuut yeah #Also even though I said selective I really will try to do as many as possible

Well, things are settling down for me finally, so I have more time to do things on here! With that said, like this post for a starter of varying length! I’ll keep this uncapped, but I’ll be selective.

Where in the World is Carmnyan Sandiego [[closed; balancedcheck]]

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[To]: Jumeown Nyan [From]: Sevnyan

[TEXT]: Would I lie to you??? [TEXT]: Have I ever lied to you??? [TEXT]: ... [TEXT]: Don’t answer that

TO: 707 FROM: Jumin Han

[Text] Alright, I won’t answer that. [Text] Instead, I’ll entertain your claim. [Text] You know better than to make false claims about Elizabeth the third, correct?

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[To]: Jumeown Nyan [From]: Sevnyan

[TEXT]: Heeeeey Jumin [TEXT]: I found Elly!!!!!!! [TEXT]: We should [TEXT]: meet up [TEXT]: and talk [TEXT]: about that [TEXT]: (=ↀωↀ=)

#keycapture #[Keycapture 2]#end thread--

TO: 707 FROM: Jumin Han

[Text] Don’t lie.

#ca rp ad

traitorsremorse:

Well this conversation was already going places he wasn’t too fond of.

“Sorry, suing me?” He questioned, brow raised. “If the coffee had been hot, you would have considered suing a 16 year old boy. Which by the way, wouldn’t work out considering the lack of a court system here as well as the fact that case would be thrown out instantly.”

It had only been about two minutes of conversation but he didn’t like this man already. How he acted, how he spoke. It hit too close to home of people he didn’t consider his home anymore. Slipping the phone back into his pocket, he crossed his arms, expression no longer very apologetic.

“Yes, I very clearly keep my eyes glued to my phone every waking second of the day in order to run into people. Because quite clearly; I am an idiot.”

Really, he had every intention to let him leave without so much as another thought. Really, he didn’t care. He didn’t care about the stain on his jacket. He didn’t care that he no longer had anymore coffee to drink. He didn’t even really care about this kid’s shift in attitude. But now he couldn’t walk away from this. That was annoying.

“So you’re a minor. Surely you know then that considering something and going through with something are two very different things. When all the facts are considered, it’s a poor idea. Thus, it wouldn’t have happened. That is all.”

“All I did was ask a question about your habits. I’ll take it from your tone then that the answer is no. Simply denying it would have saved you words.” Really, this was looking like a useless exchange.

#traitorsremorse #[Traitorsremorse 1]#admit it you love him #jumin gets punched in the face and cries--

larcheson-blog

balancedcheck.

“That’s…“

Purple hues fixate on a quaint shop, one that displays a sense of antiquity from the store front alone. It’s overall design is what beckons him to inspect the shop further, however its the contents in which they sell inside that prompt him to enter the establishment itself. “A pet store? AH! This is section is for cats alone, then?!“ Feet quicken in pace, closing in on the small-scale aisle in question. Intrigue stealing his conscious entirely, he doesn’t pay heed to the man addressing him, not until he’s closer—and effectively—louder.

“Oh! Sorry about that…“

#larcheson #[Larcheson 1]#Thank you for writing this!#lbr everyone should like cats am i right--

He hadn’t been able to help himself, it would seem. He was drawn to these things. Out of loneliness? Our of longing? Probably both. Besides that though, kittens were always an adorable necessity of life that Jumin always had the time to view. The pet store owners had let him hold one, a tuxedo cat fittingly, when he heard a commotion. Soon, he wasn’t alone in this section, for better or for worse.

“I don’t believe you heard me, so I’ll say it again: quiet down. Cats and kittens are liable to be frightened if you approach so suddenly and so loudly.” He stroked the one in his hand carefully as though to soothe it. Feline matters were always important.

traitorsremorse

@balancedcheck

Being back in this hell of a city wasn’t so bad, he supposed. Scrolling through his phone may have brought a minimal amount of dread into his system but also joy at the sight of two different names. In fact, he was so content about the second one, he wasn’t even paying attention to where he was walking, eyes instead glued to the device in his hands. Which meant it was little surprise when he wound up running right into someone, almost dropping his phone in the process.

After fumbling a bit to secure the easily shattered device and righting himself, he looked over at the other, clearing his throat.

“Sorry about that,”

“Wasn’t paying too much attention to where I was going. Are you alright?”

#traitorsremorse #[Traitorsremorse 1]#I'm making a point of only using icons he's had in the game as my icons here #tbh I want to Fight him for this one but also it was too good to pass up #second: 1v1 me irl cheese boy

It was almost amusing for him, how much his life had changed since he’d been swept away to this city. The little things were now different. He was now getting up to a lower ceiling, shifting on a creakier bed, and getting dressed in a small space to go to a lower end job. He no longer had his beloved cat to greet him in the morning, nor did he have a driver waiting for him out front. It was jarring at first, and wholly hard to adjust to, but after more than a month here, he was starting to learn it wasn’t completely awful. For example, commoner coffee wasn’t as bad as he’d expected.

He definitely preferred it not be splashed all over his jacket though.

Some careless person had walked into him, ruining his balance and causing him to spill the drink on himself. Surprise hit him, then subsided instantly when he realized he needed to take the garment off.

“Thankfully, that hadn’t been piping hot, else I probably would have thought about suing you.” He looked down at his shirt. It seemed to have been spared from staining, mercifully. “Out of curiosity, do you generally walk without paying attention to your surroundings? That’s a dangerous habit.”

boomlolgg:

Hana’s left eye subtly twitched just listening to this guy’s rationale. “How do you know you aren’t in the wrong? Aren’t you assuming too much!?” If she was to be honest, she’d never worked in a restaurant herself. But that didn’t mean she didn’t think about how one worked.

“Maybe she was given the wrong plate by the kitchen? Maybe there was an emergency at home and she had to take a call? You can’t just go assuming negligence just because it fits your narrative!” Caught up in the moment, she was practically on her tip-toes as she pointed her finger at him.

This was getting more and more annoying by the second. Jumin felt the urge to massage his temple just to ease the pain. He was supposed to be taking a break, not enduring the rambling of some self-righteous girl.

“I find it almost amusing that you’re making the assumption that I’m making assumptions. It’s borderline comedic.” He delivered bluntly, sighing soon after. “First of all, I know this was her own error and not someone in the kitchen’s because she herself told me exactly what had happened. Are you accusing this woman of being a liar?” He gestured the waitress’ way. “Second of all, one’s outside troubles should always be thrown away while working. Needless emotion should be dealt with lest it bog down the business. It’s an elementary concept to understand. So if she has home or social difficulties, she must then practice more suppression so she can get the job done.”

#boomlolgg #[Boomlolgg 1]#lol you say that and i'm over here like 'please excuse this robot man'

He’s a good shitpost boy I promise

Thanks for the meme @candykraken

#his face is small to represent how much he gives a fuck

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@balancedcheck

“HEY, you!” Her finger was very pointed in the direction of a young man with a cold expression on his face. She’d come into the cafe to relax a little bit, but that had been squashed after listening to how he was speaking to the waitress.

“You can’t just talk to employees like that! You should apologize!” Sticking her nose in business that didn’t concern her was very Hana.