Dimensional Epilepsy

Bang Cheolyong || Mir Age 22 || Demonic Summons || The Imp Tent #21 Seafoam || Cottage #233 Roleplay only, no association with MBLAQ or J. Tune Camp. May contain 18+ material.

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Not Enough Sauce || Nichkhun + Mir

Dodging through the masses in a strange city where the projectile neither spoke the language, nor could guess at the customs seemed like a disaster waiting to happen. Not all cultures were created equal, no matter what silly westerners thought, but really; they didn’t put much thought into it in the first place. Mir resembled that sentiment at the moment, neither pondering his ignorance nor caring, because his world was laced lightly with the sweetest of delicacies.  His focus didn’t extend past the treats grasped firmly in each hand, though half of his mind carefully guided his puppy-feet to safety with every stumbling step. The doctors back home had told him his feet were normally sized, but he seemed to treat them like they were two sizes too big, the man tripping over himself with each bound toward his destination.

However, from sheer giddy willpower alone, he kept himself from falling, as he whispered ecstatic calls to the man that had become so important to him in the months he had lived with the circus.

“Nichkhun hyung, Nichkhun hyung…” he chanted under his breath, eyes darting every which way, skimming through faces that didn’t hold the familiar features of the other freak, “Where are you?” Mir didn’t normally panic if he’d lose his way, time not holding firmly enough in his mind to give him any idea of how it flowed and how to hold decent respect for it. Shows he just tended to show up for due to his demons’ influence, them knowing that their master couldn’t be so safe anywhere else in the world than with this collection of freaks, so they did their best to allow him to stay there.

He didn’t notice any of that then, and he certainly couldn’t think of it now, when the familiar silhouette finally came into his radar of perception. Grinning with blatant relief, he stopped his lurching run about a foot from the other, then brandished his two sticks of cotton candy with a mirthful sparkle to his eyes. “Look what I found, hyung~” Mir sang softly, the bustle of the crowd nearly disguising it, “They were calling it something Chinese, but I know cotton candy when I see it. It looks just like that stuff on the television when kids go to fairs, I’ve always wanted to try some hyung, but I’ve never been to a fair before and my mom wouldn’t bring me any.”

Casting a longing glance down at his own poofy cloud of sugar, he finished with a soft, “I really wanted to try it, but I didn’t think it would be fair for me to have one if you didn’t. I hope you aren’t mad I took so long…” Mir tended to wander off, yes; but if someone was counting on him, they usually wouldn’t be disappointed. He prided himself on being good for something, since so little else came that easily, but his lateness now broke that. He could only hope that the combined sweetness from the treat and his smile would set things right again –if Nich hadn’t already filled up, that was.

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Sunbeam \\ Ai & Mir

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"I know right?" Ai heaved an exaggerated sigh to match the dampened mood which Mir displayed. But there was a smile on her lips which contradicts her tone and show how playful she is. Like a grandfather clock pendulum, she rocked a bit side to side; always leaning closely to Mir but never touching him. Ai wanted to lean on him, she didn’t want to burn him. And when she couldn’t burn him, she was too busy sending those imps away before they harmed anyone. A lose-lose situation.

"But since you found me, I think I won’t be bored anymore," Ai lightly said, eyes twinkling under the bright sun. Having Mir’s company was like having a lone star twinkle in the dark night, though she chuckled at the analogy seeing how he always wore black.

"Ah," Ai nodded. With all the black, if he didn’t ‘enjoy the heat’ he would be near fainting. If she wasn’t a phoenix, she was sure she would be simmering in the heat. Ai softly smiles at him, having an urge to pat him and say it would be alright but instead she transmited it through her smile.

"I know what you mean… before we know it autumn will come. If you’re worried about the cold though I can always heat it up for you and we can have our own summer!" Ai said lightly with a wave of her hand to indicate her ability to be at his service.

Ai watched Mir and his movements as he dips his feet into the water. So maybe he had been hotter than she had assumed under the light absorbing clothes.

"I wanted to swim," Ai started, kicking lightly at the water so that it would splash up in small fountains onto both their legs. "But a feather bikini just sounded impractical and I wasn’t even going to bother swimming with wings."

AI hummed a bit, an idea suddenly spinning into formation in her head. She suddenly stood up then reached out a hand to Mir to ‘help him up’, although she quickly swiped her hand on her dress a bit later to ‘rub sand off’ instead. “Why don’t you and I take a walk with our legs in the water? Our feets already wet anyways.”

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Darting between content complacency and excitement left him feeling stretched out in a way that had become entirely familiar with the more friends he made. Somehow it felt like he never had enough time with his friends, and that put him into motion, where he wanted everything done as absolutely quickly as he could manage, where the other side, also unused to this, wanted to just lay down to bask in the feelings. Of course, neither really was practical for his situation, so he beamed at her instead, his eyes alight with her kind words as he processed them in turn.

“That sounds nice,” Mir hummed, dreams of fall leaves with the heat of a summer afternoon enveloping him, “Our own season...it’d be the prettiest of all of them, I think. We’d have to name it something cool, though… Something with Ai in it.” He grinned at her, knowing how silly it sounded even though that hadn’t kept him from saying it in the first place. All of her talk about swimming, or wading, rather, was more than enough to drag him away from the uncertainty of the future’s weather on the other hand, the new topic more worthy of a change than simple possible embarrassment.

“Don’t you have a bathing suit back at your cottage?” He asked with surprise when she mentioned making herself a bikini with her feathers. Mir had no bathing suit to speak of, that being an object he never could have imagined needing when he ran from the hospital, but he could always just go in his boxers. Movies had that kind of thing all of the time, and he was certain it would work out, but when she mentioned wading, it suddenly felt like the much better choice. Clumsily climbing back to his feet, he nodded enthusiastically and commented, “I should probably move my shoes where they won’t get wet…”

After a quick moment’s consideration, he summoned one of his imps and used their power to levitate his boots back into his cottage, Mir just relieved that he wouldn’t lose them now. Turning back to her, he kept the creature there, and held out his arm so they could come into contact with each other. “Shall we frolic now?” His word choice sounded ridiculous, but the little giggle that followed them showed how purposeful that was actually meant to be.

“A boy’s?” His muttered words didn’t seem very focused on the moment, though the man swore he was trying to take her in like a regular person would, “That’s too bad...names should be special, or meaningful. Not...harmful.” Mir shook his head, though he honestly couldn’t say what provoked that disapproving opinion.

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Sunbeam \\ Ai & Mir

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There were people that preferred being inside the cottages away from the fresh summer breeze, the unrelenting warmth (an understatement) and there were people like Ai who would rather escape as much as possible and only return home once even the darkness could no longer play with her.

If anybody asked Ai what her favourite place was on the island, she wouldn’t be able to give a response. But she did know that whether she chose to fly walk she always found herself wandering along the coastlines in the end. Maybe because the forests carried an enchanted touch that was so reminiscent to the forest where she’s lived for so many years with Yuna and subconsciouly she avoided it when possible.

Ai wasn’t thinking anything, arms wrapped loosely around her knee as she sat down watching the water kiss her toes as she wiggled them slightly. But even if she was fully aware of her surroundings (in case she burnt a crab or something more outrageous) she failed to notice Mir until she heard him call her name and her head turned.

Ai admitted when she first met Mir and heard of his ability, she had grasped so desperately onto the idea that he may have been like Yuna and she had wished for it so terribly. Of course that wasn’t the case and now she knew how foolish her thought was. Mir was Mir and he was never meant to be a replacement like her hungered mind had believed and she was glad that she was friends with Mir.

There was an instinctive lift of her hands as if to catch him in case he fell during his stumble, even though Ai knew that she wouldn’t jump up to actually catch him, in fear that he would burn. Thankfully he caught himself and her hands retreat.

"Hi Mir!" Ai said cheerfully as she patted a spot beside her as an implication for him to sit down. Her voice sounded so much louder and stronger than Mir’s that she automatically toned it down again. "I’ve been bored."

Ai pouted ever so slightly to show her slight discontent that peeked from the bottom of her heart. The thing with an island was that it was so small and the phoenix girl’s wish fo freedom extended past the enclosed area. But that was fine if her little needs weren’t fulfilled. She kicked at the water lightly with her feet. “Out for a walk?”

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Excitement leapt up his throat like jumping beans as she turned in response to his call, and he couldn’t help the wide smile that split across his features when she asked him nonverbally to join her. Friends or no, with all of his strange experiences with people after he left the hospital, he had grown used to strangers hating him for reasons they refused to share, or strangers hating him for things that he couldn’t control. Having already befriended Ai, he knew of her awareness of his quirks and thus could trust her. However, after having such a long sequence of events where others would shy away from him, every little reminder that not everyone found him frightening or dangerous boosted his spirits tenfold.

Someone so precious and rare should never feel bored, he rationalized, so when he took his rather ungraceful seat next to her on the sand, the first thing he did was frown disapprovingly. “We really must have been here too long if even the firebird can’t find any new pleasures,” Mir spoke somberly, though his teasing reference to her power showed that he didn’t mean anything that heavy with his tone; he just wanted to up his chances of focusing on her. That and if someone as active as her was bored, it likely wasn’t just laziness speaking.

“Yes, I was enjoying the heat,” he hummed, fingers picking at the end of his long-sleeved shirt idly, the black practically soaking in every ray that entered a three foot radius of him, “I can’t help but realize that it won’t last like this forever, and if I missed my chance to experience it, I’d have to wait an entire year before it would come back.” Mir’s expression folded seriously, like that would honestly be a grave offense to commit.

Of course that kind of face didn’t last when the waves started to lap at his shoes. Then he had no choice but to pull them and his socks off, the man setting his heavy boots aside to dip his feet in the water. “Ah, that feels nice…” he hummed under his breath, before turning back to Ai with bright eyes, “So what have you been up to? Enjoying the surf, or debating on swimming?” He tried to raise his voice to a normal tone when he spoke to her, Mir regretting that she altered her own tone just to match his. Having her adjust according to him felt greedy, so he nonchalantly tried to fix it, while at the same time, he waited for his answer with a calm expression, the ocean making a lovely attempt to keep him cool as the moments stretched on.

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As Bitter As Black Coffee | Mir & Joon.

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"I didn’t…?" Joon made to answer the other’s former question concerning puzzles, which made him quite confused. Never had Baekhyun mentioned wanting to sit and put together jigsaw pieces as they spent time together… But then again, Baek rarely chose what they were going to do and quite never talked about himself. Joon might have been observing, but there was only so much he could figure out on his own, without the blood manipulator’s help. Had he even known Baek fully? That thought felt as sharp as a knife piercing his heart and made him rest his elbows on his knees so he could keep his back arched and his head bent. Perhaps keeping his limps close to himself would save him from the loneliness that assaulted him.

Shaking his head in disbelief at Mir’s words, about the bloodstains, the hospital room, a possible situation he never had heard of, and preparing to protest, Joon’s mind however froze in place. He had a major internal freak out moment he truly hoped wasn’t evident on his features, and took in a shaky breath. He felt grateful for the few sentences the other added, as well, for he was quite certain he wouldn’t have been able to find the strength to reply just yet. “What are you talking about?” he croaked out, thoughts in a haze, heart in pain and denying the probability of such feelings. “It isn’t— wasn’t that way!”

The fact he initially had used the present tense to describe his situation with Baek made a deep frown slip onto his features, along with obvious agony. The strong pouding of his heart attempted to tell him that he had been mistaken all along, that his emotions concerning Baek hadn’t been only friendly, but he stubbornly ignored it, valueing his logic instead. Eyes running over Mir’s profile once, he snapped his head back to look forward, gaze settled almost agressively on the horizon.

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At the outward display of grief, a pang of regret struck Mir, it feeling strangely raw and untempered by the clouds in his mind. It nearly left him gasping for breath, and for the first time that he could ever remember, emotions submerged him, acting as additional resistance for his over-active corpus callosum. “I wonder if he even took it with him,” the man remarked soberly, his voice coming out at a normal tone in his focus, as he turned to look at his companion, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked. I just wanted… I’m not even sure what I wanted.” A lusterless laugh escaped and he looked away, so he wouldn’t frighten Joon with his unblinking somberness.

Of course when the protests emerged, a small smile grew on his lips, Mir not believing that for a second, as he looked up and spoke with a clarity that he normally lacked, it startling on the presence of his features. “You’re telling me that you braved coming into my tent –isolated, no one else around, when I had nearly turned you into country-fried Joon- to just find out a birthday for a friend?” Feeling kind of dickish from how he had been talking, his tone softened up after that, and he finished with a gentle, “I could have loved him. I think I did. Just not in the way that made me want…more than what he gave me.” It might have been a ridiculous time for his own, slightly prudish thoughts to come out, but he just couldn’t say ‘physical,’ for whatever reason.

Looking down at the coffee, his tongue traced his already-dry lips and he asked, “Would you happen- would you mind if I took another sip?” As bitter as the drink had been, some part of him craved a little actual discomfort to offset the onslaught of mental pain that only seemed to keep coming down around them. At first he nearly asked for his own cup, but something about this moment seemed too fragile for either of them to move. Hopefully Joon would see it the same way.  

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High Traffic || Mir & Hyuna

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Her eyes shot open as the growling words met her ears. Scrambling to her feet, her eyes trained on the man as her heart pounded in her chest. A million different scenarios passed through her head: she could run, but the way he was floating meant he could probably out run her; she could turn into smoke, but then what? Wait until he leaves? That could take forever; and she still wasn’t entirely sure that form would do her any good. She didn’t know what his skill actually was, so it might actually make it easier for him to hurt her. She glanced at Shirley, placing her hand on his head again as the man approached. 

Creation turning, it drew it’s arm back and threw the spear into the ground before the floating man. Stretching out her hand, she transformed the spear into a mass of ropes that twisted their way around the man’s legs. “What do you want?” she said finally, her heart still beating wildly in her chest. She was well aware there were some members of the cirque that had ‘skills’ more dangerous than others. She was pretty sure she’d seen the other before, wandering the woods or the beaches. He’s been fine then, his eyes certainly weren’t red. Perhaps he had a Jekyll and Hyde thing going on? 

She swallowed dryly as she tried to think of what to do. The running option still seemed foolish, so standing her ground seemed to be the only way to go - even though she’d rather do anything else. 

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Seeing the fear in her eyes sent a rush through them, the red-hot thrill of the hunt singing through their veins in a way that only scientifically defined “psychopaths” usually felt. Drifting toward her, the demons feeling no need to rush since she couldn’t escape them with so much underbrush in her way, they smirked at the pretty female, cooing in its sick voice, “What a cute toy. I enjoy breaking toyssss.”

When it reacted offensively to them, they stared down at the spear with a raised eyebrow, Mir’s facial features mimicking the demons’ confusion in a way they would seriously dislike if they knew about it. “What-“ they started to ask, before it transformed and trapped them in place. Now their face contorted with inhuman rage, the creatures sensing that they would soon lose their target, and they snarled angrily, before gathering enough coherency to speak in return, “I want to sssssnap your neck and bleed you dry. I want to sssssee your bloody run. I want to tassssste it.” Their eyes narrowed darkly and they kicked at the smoke to test it, to see if it could only stretch so far. Since they remained captive, that only left one option. What a pity –they didn’t like their food well-done.

Stretching out a hand, a golf ball sized ball of fire started to materialize in their palm, it reflecting in their blood red eyes like some sick sort of wine, as the heat of it grew in intensity. Mir’s imps were minor ones, and thus their skills were limited to very minor fire manip, but when it was in such a small shape, it could grow very hot. After a moment, they showed her their weapon, and then threw it at her, like a fireball in some video game Mir had never been able to play.

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hellfireringlets || Chanyeol & Mir

The sun had made its journey beyond the horizon, and although the world was swathed in shadows there remained heat, and it radiated off the sand his feet sunk into. It wouldn’t be long now; their days on the island would come to a close, an ending page in the section of his new life with the vagrant oddities. Chanyeol left footprints in the dirt, his feet squashing patches of grass that peaked through while he sought out a person who had been wrapped in threads, a stability in his life. Mir, the man’s smile was locked inside of his skull, kept in a golden box decorated with ornate, geometrical stars, moons and planets, and still there were tiny cracks that leaked out somber whispers he did not understand.

Here in the circus lived many people, and he learned that the majority of them shared similar traits as society’s outcasts, brought by misfortune. He walked up to a lonesome cottage, the number two hundred and thirty three nearly invisible with the lack of light, and he created hollow, expectant noise against the door with his knuckles. There were voices, their various pitches swirling in the night, carried from the beach and into the neighborhood of weary cabins, and then there was him, standing with his eyes drifting from side to side, to the stars, to the door knob, patiently waiting for a familiar face to welcome him so they could bask in the flames by the sea as they planned.

There was an image in his head, and a fuzzy moss began to grow on his organs as the reverie progressed. He was happy here, the years before living in this mystical world made up of various manipulative lies, cutting deep, tearing him into shreds, and there were many people here that were the same. Cheolyong, Fei, those people in particular were under his protection, and the other friends he made, Baekhyun and Ai, they had become just as precious. More than anything, he wanted to preserve this glass world, of nights of bonfires, performances, and laughter. Chanyeol turned his head, extending his arm to poke at the door, gentle enough to not make a sound, and again he knocked, waiting to see that smile again and to fill his head with everlasting memories, stars which would never burn out.

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Mir had taken a shot in the dark with his attempt to make plans with his friend, his coffee-stained mental calendar promising nothing even though he endlessly looped his plans in his head. Remembering had a price, however, and he had been hounded by a horrible headache the day before. When he had asked for advice on how to handle it, and had received pills in reply, he had swallowed at least two more than he should have since he didn’t know any better, then immediately passed out. The poor guy had no clue about warning labels, and thus slept through the remainder of the day, it carrying through the night to when his need for another type of medicine woke him.

Waking up on time the next day had been a miracle, especially since his body didn’t normally remind him about his seizure medication, and managing to find some actual summer clothes among the mounds of black fabric had elevated the state of his day to a sheer act of fate. Sleep clung to him, reluctant to have him rejoin the world of the living, and he smiled tiredly in response at his reflection, before attempting to tame his hair. Mir had just about finished when he heard knocking at the door to his cottage, announcing that he had managed to get ready on time for once. Beaming at nothing, he hurried from his bathroom to the front door and stumbled into the old wood, it almost sounding like he was knocking in return. He had forgotten to move his shoes the last time he had kicked them off, and even with his night vision, he had forgotten about their location.

A small noise of pain escaped, but he recovered with the ease of someone very used to his own clumsiness, and he stepped back to open the door. “Hey!” His whole face lit up and he moved forward fluidly to hug his friend tightly, Mir not thinking about personal space in his current state, “Thank you again for coming to get me… I actually remembered! I think it’s because I didn’t want to disappoint you.” His voice had risen with his original greeting, but slowly slid back to his normal soft tone, a happy smile accompanying it. “But I’ve got everything I need, so shall we get going?” Reaching beside the door, he grabbed and slid on a pair of flip flops that would likely trip him later that night, though he couldn’t bring himself to care. Tonight would be perfect, he could already tell.

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Tour Guide | Mir & Junhyung

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The sun had come to it’s peak by the time Junhyung realized he had no idea where he was. His exploration of where he could go seemed to leave his mind, his focus only on finding something interesting. At times he had been lucky, spotting a stray animal on the occasional turn of the head. They seemed to always be pouncing on something. Usually another animal, sometimes just a moss covered rock. One bear looking animal took interest in Junhyung. It was about 3 times his size and 5 times as angry. 

He had ran away from the bear, but it wasn’t enough to make the animal give up on him. He was chased, for a long time, and the only thing that kept him alive was his ability to zigzag through the endless trees. When he reached the end of his stamina—which was only at 30 minutes of running—he did something that he dreaded to do. But at the same time something he was grateful for. 

Junhyung always carried around a pocket mirror with him. This time was no exception. He pulled it out and opened it, catching a glance of the angry and hungry beast about to catch him. In a second he was gone and inside the mirror. This was something he hated. Something that he wanted to avoid and had only tried once before. He was capable of fitting into any size mirror, thankfully, but the tricky part was getting out. It was both painful and annoying. 

Fortunately because of his trick, the bear went on it’s way. But not without kicking the mirror further into the forest. “Shit.” he hissed as he saw the mirror coming into contact with a rock. When he dared to open his eyes, the feeling of crying overwhelmed him as he saw the mirror was crack-free. 

Only 2 hours later, Junhyung was out and finding his way back to the houses. This was when he encountered the strange looking male. The first question that popped up was 'What is he doing here?' But he returned his greeting and answered his questions, giving him a light shrug. “I got lost trying to get familiar with the place.” 

He looked over the latter with a curious expression, his questions confirmed where he was. That the both of them shouldn’t be there. But he found no other reason that anyone else would be in this part of the island. “I’m Junhyung,” he returned, a smile finally surfacing on his face, “Oh..I know about the animals. But what are you doing out here?” The experiences he had earlier came back to him, causing Junhyung to wrinkle his nose in dissatisfaction. 

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It struck him as strange that the other spoke of getting lost on what he felt was a very small area of land, but Mir had never been good at spotting lies, much less at having the stomach to call someone out on it. That and something along with his body language seemed to speak the truth, so he held back his uncertainties to offer an expression of sympathy. “Getting lost is never fun, especially in places where there’s nothing to right yourself.” His words came out softly, eyes flickering to the side to examine the forest around them almost quizzically, questioning why it would do such a thing to the man.

However, since it could not speak back, he fixed his attention on the man again, with an almost apologetic smile, Mir knowing his pain and regretting that he had to experience that at all. Losing the way could lead to great adventure, or great pain, or both, and from the look of this man, Junhyung had not discovered anything good in his excursion through the woods.

Shaking his head, the man introduced himself as well with a kind, “I’m Cheolyong, but you can call me Mir. I’m out here so I don’t embarrass myself in front of others.” A dark blush colored his cheeks when he admitted to that, but he didn’t regret it in the slightest, for the reason that he liked telling the truth even when it was at his own expense. “I have seizures, and people tend to find it strange if I fall to the ground and start convulsing in front of them, so I either have to stay in my house at all times, or I have to go where no one else is.” He figured his explanation told all that was needed, and he smiled up at his companion with a sense of kindness.

Extending that, he decided to ask, “Are you alright?” because the look on his face and the way he held his body just seemed to indicate that the opposite was the case. “Do you need to see a doctor or something?” As far as he could see, Junhyung look relatively unblemished, but Mir knew better than anyone else just how much he could miss even while staring right at his target. He felt bad that so much had to be spelled out to him, but in this case, he figured it couldn’t be a bad thing to double check when someone else had just ventured from those dangerous woods. Or, the more thick part of the dangerous woods.

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A Shared Drink // BoA & Mir

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"I’ve always been on my own and I prefer it that way." she answered. She took another swallow of the bitter liquid. The boy struck her as more energetic and social then another guy she had met earlier. She couldn’t understand how she could attract these kinds of people that were opposite of her. 

Despite how wrong he was with his assumptions of her reason for being alone, BoA found his rambling to be entertaining. Instead of focusing on him she turned her attention to the cup in between her hands, tilting it back and forth careful to not spill the contents as she spoke “while your little speech was amusing, it’s best not to assume you know anything about me.” She chugged the rest of the liquid in a matter of seconds.

Her lips lifting into a smirk as she continued “unless that was your weird way of asking me to dance.” She didn’t wait for a response from him before she left the table. Empty cup in hand as she began to trek through the crowd for another drink. Whether he followed after her was up to him though she didn’t care either way. She was no stranger to parties but the ones she was use were of the unsavory yet exciting kind. This one was less but still interesting nonetheless.

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Strangely enough, Mir didn’t feel deterred by her strong words, even though they left very little room for argument or speculation. In his strange way of thinking, he saw her blunt, to the point words as helping him rather than trying to chase him away, since they allowed him to truly comprehend what she meant, rather than the opposite. Many things often left him in the dark, but he felt like this trail was well lit and easy to follow even for someone like him.

Watching her with interest as he spoke, when he had shut up, he blinked at her words of warning, and then realized where he had messed up. Flushing a bit, though his features seemed less embarrassed and more dazed, he apologized, “I tend to connect loose facts together…I didn’t mean to insinuate anything. You’re just-“ Now he blushed darker at her mention of dancing, excitement coloring his features. No one had ever considered dancing with him before, and that left his heart feeling ridiculously light.

When she stood up, he assumed that she really wanted to dance, so he stumbled after her, Mir nearly falling on his face when his foot got caught on the picnic table’s bench, but he managed to go after her without getting him a mouthful of sand. “Does that mean you’d like to dance?” He asked hopefully, as he tried to catch up with the pretty, straightforward girl, the man’s hopes soaring in a way that anyone else would warn wasn’t good on the off chance she said no now. However, he couldn’t consider that now, and he just followed after her like a puppy dog.

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See My World \\ Mir & Xia

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His quiet apology wasn’t what Xia was expecting, after bumping into him she had let it slide. The faraway gaze made it clear he wasn’t quite on the island. She wondered what he was seeing, if he looked that gone. Not that she was about to ask outright. “Hey, it’s no problem. Don’t worry, okay?” She tried her best to reassure the man- though he didn’t look that old. Xia tried a friendly smile, unsure if it’ll make the timid tone in his voice go away. She took a moment to glance around her head, wondering if she had any stray hairs making her look unkept.

“I’m Xia, by the way.” With a nod, she introduced herself quietly, not wanting to raise her voice in case it caused another jumpy reaction. Xia was glad she only brought her pocket knife and had it safely tucked away in her pocket. The way he jumped when she only lightly tapped his shoulder could have been a lot worse with a large dagger hanging from her belt. She hadn’t seen him around much, but it was hard to tell if he was newer to the cirque or not. She kept out of his personal space, keeping a safe distance away from him. Wondering if that was what spooked him in the first place. And it was never a bad thing to be overly cautious. Knowing that even with herself, it was hard to be around people at times.

 “It’s nothing; everyone has those days when they’re not all here. Yours must be one hell of a place, though.” A playful grin made its way onto her features, testing out the air with the joke; of sorts. It was deduced that being as sarcastic as she normally was wasn’t the best idea, but she had to think of some way to lighten up the strange air that ran between them. It was like he was frightened of her. Which was a silly thought, she wouldn’t hurt anything on purpose. She was more of a danger hazard to herself than anything else. 

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Taking a deep breath, trying to gather up the pieces that had scattered first with the retreat of his sanity, and then with the approach of a possibly hostile stranger, Mir attempted to focus on the girl that had approached him. His sweet brown eyes focused first on her face, slid slowly from her hairline to the end of her jaw, and then they went impossibly far away, like he could see through her skull. She didn’t look unkempt to him; her hair looked soft, and her features were prettily set. Smiling finally, his shoulders seemed to relax and he took in her name after a long pause.

“Xia,” he repeated with a dreamy lilt to his voice, his teeth worrying his lower lip as he commented, “It sounds pretty Chinese…are you Chinese?” Looking up at the trees at that point, he realized he really should return the favor, and introduced himself with a slightly distracted, “I’m Cheolyong. Mir to anyone that prefers that.” A loud laugh escaped, and he pressed a hand to his lips with an apologetic, “sorry” that came out in his normal soft voice, that sounding cautious again due to his worry with the sudden volume change. Honestly, she might have had a knife on her belt and he would not have noticed so long as she hadn’t pointed it at him. He missed a lot of things in this state, but her words seemed to register beyond everything else.

Distracted by the still-lingering effects, he didn’t stop to think about simply agreeing with her to keep things simple, the truth stumbling out with the same grace that he carried himself with. “Those days are every day for me,” a smile curled at his lips as he continued, “But I don’t mind…it’s beautiful there. I’m alone but it’s not lonely –it’s like the world is made to keep me happy. Everything’s bright and sweet and there’s enough chocolate for everyone.” A giggle escaped and he looked at the near stranger with a bright gleam to his eyes, “Doesn’t that sound nice to you?”

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A Chill in the Air \\ Mir x Chanyeol

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There were footsteps, and they rattled in his head with numbers. One, two, three, and then his lost count as the ground and shoes collided with abrasive missteps that made his muscles tense a moment too late. Delayed reactions, blurred vision, he stared at his finger tips for a moment and found that his skin appeared to be porcelain as if the grooves in his fingers had flown off. Defiantly, Chanyeol rearranged the chestnut ringlets in his eyes to move upwards, to look at the hazy figure standing beside his bed. He heard a voice, this sound communicating concern louder than the syllables, and he convinced his eyes to focus, so he could see the details of Mir’s countenance, particularly how his lips suddenly seemed to be fuller.

It took him a few seconds to realize that the fact Mir’s mouth was moving meant that he was talking, something about cooking instantaneously, and he pictured the gross, poisonous packets of dried, deep fried noodles that came in the most horrendous packages known to man. Languidly he shook his head, eyes widening a bit before his eyelids drifted shut, pulling open again in a dawdling blink. “Not hungry.” Mumbling groggily the reptilian creature raised his hands to his eyes, rubbing them carelessly to evacuate the stars that lingered in vision; he had no time for novas and their explosions or however you described that whole business of exploding suns. When his hands rested again on his lap he saw clearer now that those wicked lights were away on holiday, and he stared at something so extraordinary he found himself forgetting what it was called. An article of deep blue strands that had been intertwined so flawlessly, as if knitted by otherworldly hands, and since it was Mir who made it, that notion only made perfect sense.

A hat, the word he was looking for was hat. “Oh, neat.” He breathed the words, not being in the right mind to realize how stupid they must have sounded. With the edges of his mouth pulling upwards he reached for the gift, fingers brushing against the soft surface and taking it, relocating the hat to his head, tugging the borders of it down until it tickled his ears, and he hoped that it would manage to keep him warm. Maybe, since it was from the man of demons, there were hot embers trapped inside. He looked up to Mir with a wide, toothy grin, and this time it was supernovas that were captured in his eyes. “This is really cool…wait.” Chanyeol paused, searching for the right word with his lips pressed into a thin line, and then they parted again, speaking carefully. “It’s fantastic and I love it, thank you.”

A good thing about having air in his skull was that he didn’t have to worry about how lame he sounded. The young man shifted in his spot, not wanting to leave the warmth of his bed, but not wishing to see Cheolyong take his leave by skedaddling out of the topaz dyed tent. His movements were still slow, outrageously so, but with these rusted limbs he reached off of the edge of the bed and grabbed a marble candle of oranges. He held it in his hand and without warning, coughed to force the lighter fluid in his body to turn gaseous and spark, the flame transferring to the wick, and giving just a little bit of light to the room.

“Hey,” Chanyeol spoke again after setting the candle down on a metal plate resting on the floor, and mustering up the energy he did have he scooted over to one half of the cot and patted the area next to him, looking up to Mir expectantly. He did promise something before, he couldn’t remember the exact words, but he knew a few things. One, Mir was exceptionally hot, like a furnace; two, he was his friend and this is what friends did – right? (He honestly wasn’t that sure); and three, he forgot number three…he’ll get back to it later. “Stay a bit?” He asked, tugging at the hem of the – his – hat again, hoping that the other man wouldn’t leave him here in the terrible, awful, evil cold, where he would probably die, or turn into a popsicle, something like that.

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Watching his friend in this state felt so ridiculously surreal, Mir feeling as if he blinked more slowly just by watching the rate that the other moved. His own thoughts scrambled themselves on the best of days, and he took a lot more aid to keep things regular than someone without his condition, so when things outside his control rearranged their habits, he rather mistakenly assumed it. The slowed motions of the dragon man had him tilting his head to the side at the same rate, wondering if time had slowed and trapped the world within its newly languid pace.

Hearing Chanyeol’s lack of desire for food only added a wheedling worry to his always confused thoughts, memories from his time at the hospital reminding him that a lack of appetite could lead to a wasting that always horrified him more than any laceration he had ever seen. Cuts had always mesmerized him, Mir unable to believe that humans could withstand things that looked so horrible and survive, but those that starved themselves, or could not eat, seemed to malfunction from within. They killed themselves, and nothing scared him more than that thought. Thankfully, he knew enough about minor illness killing that kind of thing as well, so he kept his temporary spike of nerves in the dark, any and all apprehension losing focus at his friend’s reaction to the hat.

His hand snapped up to his mouth at a speed that corrected his notion that the world had slowed down, and he giggled into it, trying to keep his volume down so that he wouldn’t disturb his apparently sick friend. Mir tended to attach to fake assumptions, logic linking facts clumsily within his mind to the point where he couldn’t dispute them. His thoughts on what he had seen from his friend had led him blindly to the sick category, so he hovered there, worry only abated by Chanyeol’s more than favorable reaction to his gift. Bowing his head respectfully when the hat had been taken from him, he smiled widely from relief, and then quickly straightened up to see what it looked like on the other.

Catching the smile that the other gifted to him, another smile broke across his features as he soaked up the compliments, a pleased blush lit up his face and he returned the compliment, “It looks really good on you. I’m glad you like it.” To Mir, no kinder words could have been spoken about his handiwork, since it really did take more effort than it likely should just to stay in one place without messing up a loop. It had to be as close to perfect as possible for him to consider gifting it, and it really had taken most of the rainy hours of the prior few days to manage, with no breaks for anything besides necessities. He hadn’t even realized he wanted to give it to someone else until he had finished, but he would be lying if he said he wasn’t happy with this outcome.

Having been lost in his thoughts when Chanyeol suddenly lit a candle, he jumped a bit, eyes going wide with wonder when he saw the dragon man breathing fire again. It still captured the entirety of his attention, focusing it to a point that he could never manage on cue. “Hmm?” He looked down at his friend’s eyes when he spoke, a newfound clarity present in Mir’s eyes as he listened to the request. Blinking with surprise, he laughed again, this one much more raucious since he hadn’t thought to shield his mouth this time around, and agreed with a happy little, “That’s right, I did promise, didn’t I?” More than happy to comply, he sat down on the edge of the cot and toed off his shoes so not to soak anything, then moved to lay down with an obvious expression of glee to his features. Mir had never expected the other to remember, much less openly desire it. Feeling wanted made his insides glow, and he asked with a rather teasing smile, “Just like this? Or will you let me under your covers?” It didn’t quite matter either way, since he would stay warm no matter what. In weather like that, so long as his clothes didn’t soak through, he would keep warm enough to stay comfy.

Part of him also wanted quite badly to cuddle the other, but he would wait to see about the situation of the blankets first. Something about Chanyeol just screamed that he’d be fun to do that kind of thing with, so he would try it either way after getting his confirmation. Nerves didn’t really affect Mir at this point, excitement filling any empty space instead, so he simply laid there, curling his toes within his silly printed socks, eyes brightly watching the other for what preference he’d have.

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High Traffic || Mir & Hyuna

Of course the first thing to do was to collect a grand amount of firewood from the woods. “It’s a shame I didn’t get more when I was out yesterday,” thought Hyuna, as she stood on a fallen tree in hopes of being able to see a little father. “None there, none there…. none there either. Jeez did I pick the entire forest clean?” and for some time she stood silently, looking around in hopes of seeing even the smallest branch. 

With a sigh she gave up, picking a random direction and setting off in hopes she hadn’t already chosen that path. Soon far away from her cottage, she eventually found an abundance of undergrowth and hefty branches with which she would be able to start a decent fire. So she began collecting, on and on she went, hardly paying attention to where she was going until she ended up in a clearing with nothing but grass. She blinked in surprise at the sudden change, looking back at the thick forest with a raised brow, wondering how far out she’d walked. 

The curiosity passing as quickly as it came, she dumped the firewood in the middle of the clearing. Sitting in front of it, she arranged it to a point before taking out her lighter and a small vial of liquid. She poured the last of the liquid on the wood before setting it alight, having to move herself back at the last moment to avoid being scorched by the flames. 

Patiently collecting the smoke until she had enough to work with, she started molding it into one of her favorite abominations: a short creature with horns that she called jokingly called Shirley. It had wicked teeth and a belly that hung far over it’s pudgy legs. It’s black eyes were huge and deeply set into it’s large head; so much so it looked like there were craters where it’s eyes were supposed to be. The horns were no better: they were long and twisted, longer even than that of the creature’s body and spiraling up to two pyramidal points. 

Satisfied with Shirley’s appearance, she quickly fashioned it a spear and grinned wickedly at the ridiculousness of her abomination. The flames licking at the sky reflected off it’s hard black ‘skin’, only adding to the scariness of Shirley. Placing her hand on the creature’s head, her eyes fluttered shut as she began to program 

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The convulsions had stopped, and for the first time in a long time, fear had filled the human as he felt himself starting to seize. Normally he had most of his episodes in his sleep, for whatever reason, but now that he had changed his schedule back to that of a normal person’s, he found his body weakening, then collapsing more and more with his mind fully conscious. Mir had almost forgotten what it felt like to lose control of his muscles like that…almost had forgotten the shame that came with the horrified looks of others seeing.

He had taken to walking more in the woods than along the beach, so that when he would collapse, the chance that someone else would see him was greatly decreased. That day had been one of those, and he had gratefully descended into his dream world to escape from the sick sense of disgust he had been feeling more often than not about his disability. Having a chance to flee from his reality, that had actually turned less than favorable as of late, he didn’t fight the waves like he normally would, and his rogue imps emerged with a darker temperament than usual.

If Mir was questioning the way his body worked, it might eventually lead back to that surgery he had initially tried to get, and they just couldn’t have that. Of course, they had no real control over the seizures, they were just manipulated with them, so they were helpless as to their fate, and that only angered them.

Spotting a small bird in a tree, they used their powers to silently hover up behind it, before grabbing the poor thing with a fire-lined hand that killed the poor thing from fright, rather than through the method they had attempted. Letting the animal fall to the ground, they began stalking through the forest with the air of an unsatisfied Grim Reaper, the imp-possessed Mir stalking anything cute and killable.

That continued until he came across a strange thing that he had never seen before –a creature of smoke that bewildered them more than anything. Starting toward it, they only noticed the girl controlling it after they had exposed themselves, his red, devilish eyes training on her, before smiling too widely for his face. The memory of the last girl he tried to kill flashed through his mind, and his expression quickly turned dark as he watched her, the man rising to hover off of the ground as he growled one low, “How cute. I bet you’d look even better with my hands wrapped around your throat.”

Eyes flickering with a sense of evil glee, he started toward her, his toes dragging lightly over the foliage as the rest of him hovered toward his new prey, the demons determined to finish off this one where they had failed with the last.

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Sunbeam \\ Ai & Mir

After spending his first true summer outdoors, Mir had grown more than used to the heat, how it would sit on his pale skin like the warmest fur blanket, causing his clothes to cling to him in a way that many others seemed to attempt purposefully. As warm as his body temperature ran, he had passed out quite a few times already from dehydration, only to be scolded by those that took care of the medical needs of everyone in the circus, but none of it deterred him.

The winter settled over him in such a way that his body temperature felt normal, and his clothes seemed to keep out any icy touches that would go along with the air temperature, everything feeling normal for him. Summer’s heat only reinforced the troubles his power brought, but at the same time, he loved the freedom and the sun. A part of him would always prefer the dark and cold, just so he could begin to guess at what normal felt like, but he had never been allowed out of the temperature controlled buildings of the hospital and church before his time with the circus, so he would always treasure the heat.

Mir had taken to walking when he had no idea what to do, even though that often pushed him closer to dehydration than actual working out indoors did. He really needed to go shopping for something other than black clothes, though he knew it would upset his imps. Part of him balked at that thought, but the other side of him argued lightly that they would understand, what with all of the damage his body had been taking lately from the heat.

This strain of conversation had him wandering down the beach with a slight frown on his features, Mir looking steadfastly down at the sand as he wondered how he would tell his demons that they’d have to start sharing the fashion sense. It seemed almost too ludicrous to be true, but before he could invest any more time to that line of thought, he noticed a strange shadow stretching across the ground. Looking up, his expression lit up into the first smile he’d had all day, the demon summoner catching sight of a friend of his.

Stalling on her name in excitement, he called, “Hi, Ai!” after a bit of an awkward pause, as he stumbled toward her, the man nearly tripping over his own two feet in the way he tended to do. Mir never had the best motor control with his condition, and that usually carried over to when he should be acting normally. Catching himself, he moved to her side and beamed at the pretty girl, asking, “How have you been?” in his characteristically gentle voice.

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A Shared Drink // BoA & Mir

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At first she was just planning on staying in her cabin while the beach party was going on. She’d been to quite a few beach parties before and things usually got out of hand. But that had more to do with the people involved and things could possibly be different at this one. She didn’t have much else to do and the cottage was beginning to get a bit stuffy. Though she probably wasn’t going to go swimming she still changed into a bikini. She wore shorts and an unbuttoned long sleeved shirt but didn’t bother with shoes as she headed out.

The set up was pretty good though she didn’t expect to be staying for very long. At least until she spotted the food and beer table. Of course she wasn’t much of a beer person, she liked stronger alcohol. Crappy alcohol was better than no alcohol in her view especially if she had to deal with other people. It was going to take a lot of beer for her to even feel the effects. She wandered along the shoreline of the beach alone and took in the sight of everything. She ended up sitting by herself at a lone picnic table rather content at not having to interact with anyone.

It didn’t take her long to get lost in thought as she sat at the picnic table nursing her second drink. Which is why it caught her a bit off guard when he approached her with a smile and asked to join her. As she took in his appearance she found him to be rather attractive but then who in this circus wasn’t. Naturally she was suspicious of anyone who approached as it usually meant they wanted something from her. She eyed him suspiciously but nodded and replied hesitantly. “Sure…”

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Her suspicious gaze slid right out of his awareness right after his attention slipped from her appearance to her words. Of course Mir was more than a little taken with how beautiful she was, the man still quite unused to seeing such radiant people all around him daily. Perhaps due to the fact that he lived alone both on the island and in his tent, he had yet to grow used to the beautiful performers, but he hardly saw that as an issue.

Slipping onto the bench across from her, he unscrewed the cap from his water and took a hearty draft, before he smiled at her once again. “How come you’re on your own?” Mir asked curiously, his voice louder than his normal whisper due to excitement, though it never rose above a normal voice. He had never gone to a party before that, and the novelty had yet to wear off, so he shifted a little in his seat, the energy still running through him. Part of him wanted to go swimming just to burn some of it, that added bit of sugar only hindering his focus rather than helping it, but he couldn’t help but wonder about this girl.

Contemplating her choice of scenery and what she was drinking, he surmised that it had something to do with she didn’t trust other people when she’d get intoxicated, or she worried that someone would spike her drink. Nothing about her registered as anti-social to him, so he bit his lower lip lightly and then spoke, “I know it likely seems out of place for me to say, but no one should be on their own at a party! I mean, I’ve never been to a party before and I know that. If you finish up that beer, you can go dance and not have to worry about someone spiking it, because you can just go get a new one, you know?” Mir spoke like he was certain that that was her reason for hanging back, even if he had gotten no confirmation about that, things just clicking strangely together in his mind.

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Tour Guide | Mir & Junhyung

Boredom had taken over Junhyung to the point where he was now trying to have a lucid dream. He’s tried this many times before, granted all attempts were failed ones, he still believed he could do it. His legs and arms were still, his eyes closed as he let his muscles relax. This is it he thought to himself, starting to get a bit excited. He scolded himself mentally to keep quiet, keep calm, keep his mind clear. 

And he did so for a few minutes while still believing his mind would settle down as he stayed conscious. An itch then started to form at the edge of his nose. Junhyung tried to ignore it as much as he could and kept this up for all of 5 seconds, groaning in approval as he scratched his nose frantically.

He looked at the clock on the wall in front of him, wondering to himself why he was even awake at such a time. Everyone else would be sleeping, wouldn’t they? He slid his legs off of the bed, his torso following suit as he carefully made his way out of the cottage, careful not to wake anyone that could be sleeping.

Shutting the door behind him, he finally turned towards the sun, it causing his eyes to close instantly. “Staying in a dimly lit house for hours isn’t the best idea.” he mumbled to himself, cautiously making his way through the endless plants and rocks. 

He was told which areas of the island were off limits, he memorized the directions from his house so he doesn’t get—well, he didn’t know what would happen. But he never bothered to get through the parts he was allowed on. Once they arrived to the island, he went to his cottage and seemed to always crawl back there. But he seemed to be alone now, why not use this time to figure out what the island was hiding? 

He walked through, jumped past, and walked over anything he could find, looking over and under the rocks and logs in hopes of something interesting showing up. Unfortunately all he could find were bugs. Lots of bugs that seemed to enjoy crawling over Junhyung’s exposed toes.

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Mir had surfaced not twenty minutes ago, dreams clinging to his mind like the cobweb he had wandered into shortly after, the spider seeming just as miffed as he felt for walking into the sticky strands that would likely take forever to remove completely. The thought of a shower easily came to mind, the feeling of the arachnid’s web on his bare skin causing fearful goose bumps to rear their heads, but finding his way back to his cottage would constitute a whole new issue all on its own.

Stumbling through more bushes, gaze taking in each individual leaf in that unbalanced way his attention tended to work in when his circuits overheated, he didn’t hear another sound from anything, even the birds that fled at his approach.

Everything began to settle when he ran into a tree, the man settling there, forehead pressing to the bark with a sense of disbelief, before he pulled back, each playing card back in place. The tower began to build itself back up and he took a deep breath, long sleeved shirt already clinging to his body with sweat. Shower, shower he needed a shower. Mir chanted that soundly, not wanting to forget, and he continued on like that, until the sight of another reached him.

Focus weakening with curiosity, he started forward, feet moving much more fluidly than normally, though he nearly tripped when he reached the other. “Hello,” he greeted in his usual soft tone of voice, Mir’s sweet eyes focusing on the new man with a sense of wonderment. “What brings you out here? Isn’t it supposed to be dangerous?” He sounded as if he was searching for confirmation rather than anything else, facts constantly dicing and reassembling in different patterns in his mind. Half the time it was a miracle that he could tell up from down, really. His head tilted slightly to the side as he inquired, the man also wondering about the varying other facts that tended to accompany an unfamiliar face.

In fact, he honestly couldn’t tell if he’d met them before and if they’d be offended if he questioned their name. Mir honestly didn’t have the capacity to guess, so he merely introduced, “I’m Mir, and I don’t mean to sound rude. I’ve just heard stories about some of the animals that are out here…” Animals often avoided him, for whatever reason, but this person might not have such a lucky attribute to them.

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gwiyomi ^^

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A Shared Drink // BoA & Mir

A wide smile had burst across his features, the clouds of his loss fleeing from him as his excitement hurled the windows open, chasing the mice under the couch to be forgotten for the moment. When he had heard of a beach party the other day, part of him had assumed it to be nothing beyond pure fantasy, something his own mind had wished, and that his tired recollection of reality had fooled him into believing really existed. However, he had been wrong in the end, and never so glad to be!

Wandering out of his lone cottage, eyes wide with wonder, he crossed his arms protectively over his chest, some vulnerable aspect of him worried about having exposed so much skin, even though he still wore a shirt with his swim trunks. Part of him wondered where he acquired the trunks at all, but his mind instantly scattered at the sights and smells waiting for him.

Running over to the collected mass of everything, he spent the next hour baking in the sun, too entirely overwhelmed by everything to really focus on anything in particular. However, when he calmed down and went to fetch a water to keep hydrated, he noticed the strangest thing; an absolutely gorgeous girl by her lonesome at a picnic table! Frowning at how wrong this seemed, he took his half full bottle of water and walked over, to see if he couldn’t provide some company. Part of him nearly stopped to go find a flower or something nice to give her in greeting, but after the last time he tried that, he figured that it would be better just to go greet her.

As he shifted through the hot sand, it not really bothering his feet, he approached her with a bright, wide smile and greeted her with a kind, “Hi! Do you mind if I sit here?” Mir gestured vaguely to the opposite side of the table, his eyes bright and almost excited at the prospect of doing something nice for another, and potentially gaining a new friend. The man tended to think if he acted kindly, unless there was a certain circumstance, it would be reciprocated. He just had an innocent way of thinking like that.