outro.

the issue with loving a hero is that the hero will never love you more than his cause. — kim jonghyun (hero).

[ccminhyun-blog]

— loyalty ❞

[ccjonghyun-blog]

ccminhyun:

“thequestion on everybody’s lips.” he replies sarcastically. whenever he wentout, whenever he did something remotely different than usual, people alwaysasked him if he got permission. minhyun shrugs. “i guess i’ll see once igo back. i wouldn’t say no to some coffee right now though. if you’ll haveme.”

if you’ll have me. “of course.” the always remains unmentioned but it’s there — yet it’s in a lowkey sense where even he’d miss it himself if he hadn’t found himself focusing on the fact he couldn’t remember the last time he had grabbed a coffee with the other hero. perhaps in another life, as one might say now, before things got difficult and death became too heavy a topic to discuss over coffee. that, and in this new life jonghyun seems to have more responsibilities than ever before, an official title added to the end of his name — league vice president. he might’ve been proud if he didn’t constantly remember those who held ‘office’ before he did and how he’d already been doing these jobs in a more unofficial setting when the little war demanded it of them all. 

he ignores the pain behind his thoughts and instead finds himself glancing over at minhyun as they walk up to the cafe section of the building — the more human cover up aku had set up for the headquarters long ago. jonghyun just enjoys the coffee and remains shut about the oblivious frequenters that chatted in the place, unknowing of what happened a few floors below them. he often wonders what it’s like being so unknowing about a whole new world that thrived around them.

his mind flashes to a conversation he’d had with his sister earlier in the week, where she tried to offhandedly ask why she hadn’t seen minhyun around lately. he’s not sure how to tell her things aren’t the same anymore, or maybe she’s sensed it and was in her own way telling him to fix it. he’s not sure he can though, too much time and memories have settled between them and jonghyun wonders if he can call his best friend... well, his best friend. 

probably not. ( it hurts more than he’d like it to. )

he glances down for a moment at his phone and eyes the notification, sighing as he sees the ones from his family and ... boyfriend ( he’s not sure he’ll ever get used to the word ) but he pockets his phone a moment later and diverts his attention back to his companion silently, hoping minhyun feels the need to fill the silence between them — silences were awkward. 

 “how are you liking the idol life?” he finally asks, holding the door open as they slid into the more populated cafe and jonghyun eyes the small line before the cash. “not gonna lie — i see you on television but it’s still weird thinking it’s you.” there’s an amused smile on his face as his eyes trail across the other’s face in search of answers. 

[ccbaekhyun]

— no escape;

[ccjonghyun-blog]

ccbaekhyun:

slowly, he walks across the field, watching as the children gather together only to scatter apart a few minutes afterwards. good. “hey, you have some time for your boyfriend now that practice is over?” baekhyun asks the moment he reaches the other, the smallest hint of a smile on his lips – it’s not an actual question because jonghyun has no other choice than to say yes, no chance to throw an excuse at him like he always does. he pulls the hood from his head, hands immediately running through dark strands of hair to tame them. “i’m here to pick you up.”

“you know the drill, same time next week. now hit the showers — you guys stink.” a tinkle of laughter travels through group of munchkins and jonghyun smiles warmly back at them, ruffling a few heads as they run past him to head to the locker rooms. the warm feeling only lasts so long, not when there’s dread lurking in the back of your mind in wait.

dread that’s walking up to him that very moment, someone who just happens to be his boyfriend. how wonderful. or at least it would be if he hadn’t been avoiding the other ever since he had woken up in this new timeline to discover he had a boyfriend, much less that man being the critically acclaimed byun baekhyun. clearly, the world working in mysterious ways — just his luck.

he forces a smile onto his lips, albeit smaller than it had been earlier but it’s there as he reaches down and picks up his little dufflebag he went rarely without on these coaching days. “yay, lucky me.” he ignores how... fake his voice might’ve come off because truth being told, he still didn’t know how to act around baekhyun after all this time. it was hard enough differentiating between the two baekhyuns of two different timelines, reminding himself on those mornings he’d wake up with a face snoozing beside him that it was normal to have the other there, an arm wrapped around his middle. ( hard to do so when jongin’s face would flash before his eyes, each time without fail. )

he attempts to make up for the dryness by (sighing and) reaching down to lightly place a kiss upon the other’s forehead. the affection is there though, he can’t deny it. it’s hard being someone’s boyfriend, learning how to be someone’s boyfriend ( without said boyfriend finding out he was doing so ) without picking up on some feelings. it didn’t help that jonghyun was naturally an affectionate person — he thrived off the attention and love people around him fed him and then in return, he fed them. somewhere down the road, it got easier, more realistic when he reached down to give baekhyun a goodnight kiss or when he wrapped his arms around the other to nuzzle his face in his neck and press a kiss onto his skin in greeting. 

didn’t mean it wasn’t weird though. and the fact that it had to end — except jonghyun didn’t know how to do it. how do you say ‘hey so i woke up from an alternative timeline where everyone died to realize my other self was dating and probably to at least some extent in love with you but i don’t really feel the same way, so we should probably break up because i feel bad — but hey, still wanna be friends?’ without saying that whatsoever? maybe jonghyun was making it more complicated than it had to be.

either way, he makes a gesture. “lead the way.” he decides to wait for the other to start walking before he joins in step, hands behind his back clutching his bag and he racks his brain to say something before the other comments on how strange he’s been for the nth time. “how was your day... baby?” he prays the last addition to his sentence didn’t sound too off.

[oneminhyun]

same person, two different atmospheres

[ccjonghyun-blog]

date (i'm crying)

drabble meme: one (accepting!)date: write a drabble about our characters going on a date.( au ; christmas eve?? ; some restaurant?? )

“kim jonghyun?” a voice asks from behind him, and jonghyun jumps a little in surprise before getting up from his seat and turning to meet the newcomer.

“yeah, hwang minhyun? it’s nice to m—.” jonghyun trails off, mouth slightly agape. holy shit.

humor dances over the other’s expression as he waits for him to finish and eventually, jonghyun simply clears his throat and motions over at the other seat, averting his eyes. “please. sit.” he hopes the other doesn’t notice how strained his voice is.

silence falls over the table and jonghyun’s unsure on how to break it exactly. he takes a sip of his wine to one, do something other than randomly look around the room in order to avoid making awkward eye contact with his date, and two, his mouth was a little dry — beautiful people tend to have that effect on him.

then again, he’s swears beautiful is not strong enough a word to describe the man sitting across the table from him. 

he’s not sure if he should be thanking or continuing to curse his older sister for setting him up on a blind date with “just some man from work, jonghyunie. c’mon, it’ll be fun — besides it’s not like you’re spending christmas with anyone.” maybe it was the inevitable loneliness he knew he’d be feeling, staring at his big and thoroughly decorated Christmas tree with no one to admire it with, or the knowledge that all his friends were out with their significant others while he was curled up with the latest batman comic and eating takeout. (or maybe it was the grinch comments his siblings had made for nth time). either way, he’d finally given in and decided what did he have to lose?

clearly his cool.

“i went ahead and ordered some wine for us, i hope that’s fine. i didn’t really catch the name but i heard it’s supposed to be good and yeah,” he finishes lamely, scratching his cheek nervously. “that’s cool,” minhyun replies before smiling and jonghyun proceeds to lose his shit. 

how the FUCK is someone so cute holy shit i’m gonna die oh my god oh my god oh em gee i’m really dyi—

someone clears their throat. “are you ready to order?” the waiter asks, a hesitant customer service worthy smile on his lips. jonghyun attempts one back before motioning at minhyun to go first. he himself eyes the menu quickly as the other orders and picks out something random that sounds good before giving up the menu to the waiter’s extended hands. watching the waiter walk away, jonghyun awaits for the inevitable silence to fall upon the table. it doesn’t disappoint. 

jonghyun racks his brain, taking another gulp of his wine, trying to find something to say, anything. “i like your shirt,” he instead says lamely, putting down his wine glass. minhyun looks down at it (the pink makes him look warm, jonghyun thinks to himself) before chuckling, eyes sparkling in amusement. “thanks, i like yours too.”

jonghyun looks down at his own and regrets the decision to wear the reindeer patterned sweater his sister had picked out and chuckles, his cheeks flushing a little in embarrassment. “thanks.” he pauses. “sorry, i’m usually better at these things but i’m not gonna lie, you caught me off guard.”

“oh?” the other says, raising his brow in question and sipping his wine. jonghyun watches his throat as he gulps it down. 

“gorgeous people make me nervous.” minhyun stares at him, and jonghyun can’t believe he’s said the words out loud. he breaks eye contact, looking away nervously towards the window instead, where the city’s bright lights look a little like the stars in the night sky right now. thankfully he’s saved as the food starts rolling in, plates placed in front of them, wine glasses refilled and a comment to enjoy their food presented as they’re left alone to their own devices again. 

jonghyun clears his throat.

“i could say the same about you,” minhyun says all of a sudden, and it takes jonghyun a moment to realize what he’s talking about exactly, looking up to see the other smiling at him in a way that makes his insides all warm and tingly. jonghyun blinks, before a smile of his own stretches across his lips, eyes crinkling. 

maybe this isn’t so bad after all.

[ccjonghyun-blog]

solace.

drabble meme: one (accepting!)solace: write my character comforting yours or vice versa.

there’s a certain sadness that overwhelms him when the moon is full and the sky visible. a clear night that broadcasts a soft light across the city, contrasting against the harshness of the sun in broad daylight. jonghyun sits on the roof of whatever building he’s in for the night and soaks in the bright moon’s quiet rays, listening to the sound of cars zooming by at midnight. everything slows down.

at least in jonghyun’s not-so quiet life.

there’s shuffling behind him and it takes a moment before he allows himself to look up from the view, legs dangling off the side of the building. he smiles softly, genuine but small.

“hello.” he pauses. “here to enjoy the view too?”

he pats the space beside him in encouragement. he recognizes the fellow hero (he makes it his duty to do so) from around headquarters down below and although he’d prefer to be left alone, he’s not the type to turn someone away. 

besides it’s not like he really has a choice in the matter. 

but perhaps it’s for the best, because although he may not admit how small he feels in the world, knees curled up against his chest minutes before as he relives a life that exists only in memories now, company offers a sort of comfort for at least for a few moments. 

“it’s pretty out, isn’t it?”

(or more so a distraction from intruding thoughts, but he’ll take what he can gets)

[ccjonghyun-blog]

just popping in to say i’m back from hiatus and will be getting onto replies and memes from both muses as soon as i can!! so sorry to everyone’s that been waiting forever on our threads, i’m so slow rip... also a very warm welcome to anyone i’ve yet to meet, i hope you’re enjoying your stay here!!

also if anyone else would like ask memes from jonghyun OR @ccyongguk​ (bc i’m not sure who is still accepting) pls LIKE this post and i’ll throw some your way! (also feel free to specify which muse you’d prefer one from if you’d like!)

[cardcaptorsrp]

:// NEW WRITING MEME UNLOCKED!

hello to our lovely members! this is your admin egg here to share our first drabble meme! this time around, we’re doing something special! not only will you get to have loads of fun writing, but you also have the chance to gain points for your characters !

for this challenge, you will be awarded ONE (1) point for every TWO (2) people you send a meme to! whichever account you send the meme from will be awarded the points, and this works up until you hit ask limit! (you can still send asks from other accounts/anonymous, you just need to stop collecting points after ask limit!) 

the only main rule is that in order for it to count for points, it has to be off of anonymous! so with that, have fun!!

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[ccjonghyun-blog]

* knock knock

[ccjonghyun-blog]

ccxsejeong:

( ... )

sejeong straightens herself before ultimately following the older. she knew her eighteen birthday was special but nineteen is nothing but a number, right? she follows, recognizing jonghyun’s car easily due to being driven in it a couple of times in the past. “aren’t you tired of driving me around by now? you must like me a lot.” she smiles, like an idiot but her words were meant to tease him than anything. “if you get tired, you should tell me.”

“you’ll always be a kid to me,” jonghyun chuckles, holding back the urge to ruffle her hair again in habit, usually whenever he was exerting the power of age over someone smaller and younger. his eyes crinkle a little as he smiles wide, humming in agreement. “yeah, i think we do. we should get paired up more often — maybe i’ll pull a few strings.” he nudges her back on the shoulder, his tone a little jokingly but there’s a hint of seriousness to it. ( whether he’ll actually follow up on it is a different story. )

spotting the black convertible, he turns back to shoot a semi-disappointed look. “sleep’s important, kiddo, especially at your age — is monster hunting getting in the way of your work?” his lips purse in thought as he unlocks the car. “although i suppose it’s a full-time job on its own. juggling school and hunting is never easy...” he muses before letting out a quiet sigh. “but let me know if i can help in anyway, okay?” 

getting into the driver’s seat, he starts the engine and waits for the other to put on her seat-belt before blasting it out of there, hitting the busier streets on the way to headquarters. he supposes after a cup of something, he’ll head downstairs and get started on the paperwork he’s been procrastinating a bit on, something he finds himself dreading. one thing he finds himself missing from the first timeline is the lack of paperwork he had to do back then.

“don’t worry, i’m sure it’ll never come down to that — you’re too cute to get tired of.” he smiles in her direction, teasingly but the genuine aspect is there. “you know what you’re getting there? i can never tell what the wizard’s been testing out on.” 

[ccseungjoon]

what’s in store ;; ✩

[ccjonghyun-blog]

ccseungjoon:

mumble, mumble, mumble.

you could almost see the cluster of words leaving his mouth and filling the air around him, making it dense. it wasn’t too hard to spot seungjoon in his focused state; it was something people he knew had to grow used to. his hand was busy drawing a messy sketch of the inside of the store when the graphite left a dense line across his drawing. suddenly, the words disappeared from the aura around him, and in their place, there was a boy standing behind still.

the notebook was pressed against his chest, cheeks turning a strong shade of red before allowing him to take two steps inside to let the other in. “ah-! i’m sorry, i was distracted!” at the sight of the flyer his lips stopped shaking, trying to put the pieces together. so there were multiple owls sent - good marketing strategy. he wanted to take notes of the new information, but seungjoon also knew basic etiquette. instead, the pencil was placed behind his ear, brushing against his blue strings of hair. “i… i did, actually.”

nervous once, but then not as hesitant. the boy flipped his notebook towards a denser page, revealing the piece of paper he had decided to hide in fear of death. it was a little bit silly once he decided to stop again to think about it. “did you get an owl, too, by any chance?”

he finds himself smiling, which then evolves into a chuckle at the other’s actions. he’s kinda cute, he comments to himself, finding humor in the situation, although wincing a little at the (possible) ruined direction the drawing had taken with the sudden line. maybe he should’ve tried to be... louder in some way, he didn’t know he was being quiet when he walked up. 

his mouth takes an “o” shape as the boy produces his own version of the flyer. so they were others, his hunch was right (although too late to turn back and find others — how would he even go about that? calling or texting everyone he knows, asking if they got a strange flyer? probably not the best option.)

“i did!” he starts to laugh a little, albeit a little nervous, “was kinda hoping more something cooler though, maybe the chance to be the next harry potter,” he jokes, reaching up to scratch the back of his head in habit — something he picked up on from his dad when he was a kid, a sign he was feeling somewhat awkward and wasn’t sure how to fix it.

“i’m jonghyun, by the way. nice to meet you.” he takes it as a sign he hasn’t met the other male yet considering he hasn’t given an indication otherwise and offers a hand to shake, wide smile across his face. “were you planning on going in or just standing here the whole day?” although teasing, there’s some seriousness to it and jonghyun takes the opportunity to take steps towards the entrance, looking back to wave him in. “coming?”

[onghwangs]

[ccseungjoon]

what’s in store ;; ✩

[ccjonghyun-blog]

ccseungjoon:

...

so the boy kept standing by the entrance and blocking the way of the front door. he was too busy to notice he was obstructing anything, though. his eyes kept moving from the notebook to the internal area to make sure he wouldn’t miss any details. if his original plan was not to look suspicious then he was certainly failing it - on many levels.

he had quickly decided public transportation and walking would be the best mode of transport over his car, which leads to him walking down the final road that should lead him to the shop directly ( or so google maps informed him ) while he’s sure he’s heard of the shop before, perhaps visited it with a friend and/or fellow hero once upon a time after battle, the memory itself stays blurry no matter how hard he tries to recall it but the chilling feeling remains. ( or perhaps he’s channeling another life, he’ll never know. )

he “ahhs” audibly as he shops comes into view, finding himself muttering a little prayer under his breath in preparation. he’s never really considered himself a religious person, his family never really was, and yet in moments of trepidation and most times even joy, he finds himself closing his eyes and saying... a little  something to whoever could or might be listening. ( he finds it helps — and anything that may bring peace, he’ll take it. )

and then he pauses. 

“um, hello.” there’s hesitation laced in his voice, but he offers a genuine smile. “are you going in or...?”

his intuition tells himself to be ninety-nine percent sure the other was a human over fellow hero or even card — but one never knew these days. maybe he knew the other in this timeline, god knew he couldn’t remember a thing about this ‘new’ timeline, much less all the changes that had occurred. either way, was he here due to insatiable curiosity or maybe did he get the flyer too? he hadn’t really considered the prospect, how many of his friends got the flyer too? perhaps he should’ve asked around before coming down. 

despite so, at the thought, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out the piece of paper. “any chance you got this too?”

[ccjonghyun-blog]

( * solo )

You aren’t someone who normally receives the morning mail from an owl, but there’s a Snowy Owl perched outside your window. Held in its beak is an elegant, burgundy envelope with your name and address handwritten in black ink. Should you decide to open the window, your winged messenger will take off to the skies after handing you the envelope. You look for a seal or family crest to no avail, yet it still carries the aura of something official. Do you dare open it?

Opening the envelope releases the warm, ashy scent of incense. Yellow flower petals shoot out from the envelope as though they were spring loaded, and they bring with them the refreshing scent of Ylang Ylang oil. You look inside the envelope. As it turns out, its actual contents aren’t as elegant and mysterious as you’ve been lead on to believe.

It’s nothing but a flyer for some store holding a 50% off sale. Ah, marketing tactics these days! You scan some of the offers for this strange place – Yuuko’s Shop, it’s called – and none of them are accompanied by pictures. The coupon expiry dates are odd too, most of them either expiring decades ago or will expire decades from now. You read only some of the deals:

Enchanted Glasses are 50% off – be able to see magic for the very first time!

Owl Delivery Service are 50% off for a limited time only

Fortune Telling is purchase 1 meeting, get the other half off!

Whether you choose to visit the address or throw the letter in the garbage is up to you. But before you make your decision, the bottom of the flyer catches your eye:

Get all your magical needs before it’s too late! Something big is coming soon. ☹︎☜︎✌︎☝︎🕆︎☜︎😐︎✋︎☪︎☠︎✌︎

- Yuuko Ichihara

jonghyun stares at the flyer for at least five minutes, before returning to look out his window, where the snowy owl had been perched just a little whole before. then he repeats the process a couple more times, mouth slightly agape, before his brain finally decides to catch up and process what it was he was looking at. 

( the inner nerd in him would admit for the briefest of seconds his head flashed to a grand castle, elegant robes and a wise old wizard who never seemed to be around when you needed him. he shakes away the thought with a chuckle, leaving hogwarts behind for reality. whoever did this must’ve had a sense of humor. )

COUPONS, of all things — all that for COUPONS, much less with dates that were all over the place. he sniffs in the refreshing scent of the oil and hums to himself in thought.

‘interesting’, he mutters aloud to himself, the small smile growing larger and larger by the second. it’s the last line that really catches his attention and his smile falters for a moment. something big…? a sense of urgency has him gnawing at his bottom lip with his teeth, as he tucks the flyer into his pants pocket and decides to take up the request. 

and so with miss yuuko’s name on the tip of the tongue, he begins his journey to the shop.

[ccbaekhyun]

☁ ⎯⎯⎯ { social media adventures 01 ;                 if he’d ever figure out how it works –– the instagram edition

shadowbound, even after all those years, baekhyun hasn’t really figured out how exactly social media works and what its actual purpose is. but if he would, that’s what his instagram account would look like – simply everything that manages to catch his eyes; featuring stray cats. his posts are messy and neither follow a certain posting pattern nor any kind of aesthetic, there also is no colour scheme although he prefers to upload darker pictures with a lot of black or those he made at night. most seen on his account are the countless stray cats he regularly feeds and photos of random shadows he thought looked pretty. because of the fact that he hardly ever takes selfies, his face doesn’t make much of an appearance but he ( please, don’t tell anyone! ) enjoys uploading photos of people close to him very much. his captions are usually empty since he doesn’t really uses emojis and has nothing special to say.

featuring; @ccjongin , @ccjisoo , @ccjennie , @ccjonghyun

[ccminhyun-blog]

— loyalty ❞

[ccjonghyun-blog]

ccminhyun:

↠ @ccjonghyun

it’s latein the night and minhyun should probably head back to the dorm, but as usualthis time of day, his mind is clouded with memories of the apocalypse. it’s nowonder he suffers from insomnia. he doesn’t feel like coming back to a pitchblack living room and peaceful group mates sound asleep while he’s stuck withhis eyes wide open obsessing over a timeline that is no more. but it’s all tooreal to people like him and the resistance members. scars run deep into theirbody, with some wounds that will never heal.

he seesjonghyun standing in the dim-lighted practice room that rookies have emptied upa while ago. he almost doesn’t stop in his tracks to observe him from thecorridor, wondering if he suffers from the same type of ptsd he does. heinstinctively shrugs to himself, as if he knew he wasn’t supposed to care whatthe great kim jonghyun was up to. itwasn’t his business. but part of him was drawn to the young man, for theyshared so many painful memories together. it kept them linked in ways no onecould understand and minhyun could pretend he wanted nothing to do with him,truth was he couldn’t help coming back over and over again.

“hey.not going home?” his question resonates loudly due to the complete silencesurrounding them. it startles minhyun himself, who takes a mental note to lowerhis voice next time he’ll speak.

another night done, jonghyun tells himself, having just finished making sure the room was as spotless as its getting for the next batch of rookies in the morning. perhaps its become a habit now, taking it upon himself to do a walk around the place before heading home to catch a few winks ( or to at least pretend he was sleeping ) and then heading back here to do the whole day all over again, but routine is what keeps him going. routine has him going through day by day without losing it, taking the new changes in his new life in stride, the loss of some teammates and the gain of others — and then his sister wonders why he’s always awake and gone before her day begins. ( he’d argue it’s easier to run and hide than confront things head on and learn to process them. ) and so jonghyun wakes, jonghyun fights, jonghyun lives. ( that’s more than he can say for others ) what’s a little sleep lost?

maybe a lot, as he’s startled by the sudden voice, hand coming up to clutch at his chest in surprise.  he turns to minhyun with wide eyes, letting out a breath of relief and then shrugging to answer his question. “i’ll head out in a minute, maybe for a cuppa first.” he perhaps overshares, already warming at the thought of a hot coffee.

doing on quick glance, he decides to join the other on his way out ( even though he’s not supposed to publicly like the other much, there’s no one else around ) he does one quick glance around, before giving minhyun his full attention. minhyun embodies the very concept of jonghyun’s old life, having grown up together, witnessing each other’s hard times and then the eventual shift into the magical hero lifestyle. maybe that’s why it hurts a little to look at him in the eyes sometimes — a life pre-apocalypse.

“how about you — won’t your group mates get worried if you’re out this late?” an amused smile crawls across his lips.

[hyun95]

[onghwangs]

[ccjonghyun-blog]

* knock knock

@ccxsejeong

another battle done and won. 

jonghyun takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, leaning against the alley wall. it seems ever since they woke up in this new reality, the fear never really goes away — the thought at the back of your mind that everything will end the same way it had before. ( he thinks of his family in the first timeline, how he wished to save his brother and sister but in the end, got the same results, just delivered in a different manner — the fear haunts him, like a poltergeist residing in the chill that crawls up his back as soon as a new mission pops up )

“you did good, kiddo.” jonghyun opens his eyes to send a proud smile sejeong’s way — albeit a little forced because proud of what? of making it through one of the countless hurdles that lie ahead in the life of a grand magical hero or just proud of surviving? he’s not sure how to phrase it — and reaches forward to ruffle the hair on the top of her head playfully. 

he’ll admit he’s got a weak spot for the younger ( and cuter ) hero, waking up to find they were on a path to some sort of friendship which mostly seemed to include him giving tips or taking her where she’d like to go — a big brother ( slash chauffeur ) almost. ( except, also not, in a sense, a distant sense, in which he won’t ever acknowledge happened because in his eyes it’s kinda didn’t ) 

taking out his phone to check the time, he mutters a “shatter”, his transformation washing away into the wind like cherry blossoms in season, until the magical petals disintegrated into nothing. back in his street clothes, he pockets his phone and leaves the texts to answer later. “want to head back to clamp? take a break before we go our own ways and you get back to your homework or something? my car’s parked around the corner.”