life is but a game

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[burningsxn]

{/text} Mosquito Bites…. say that term and I’ll rip your head off.

{/text} As it should be >P I’m turning too soft, geez.

[creatorxkris]

[text — short stuff] I'm sorry. I actually snorted. Excuse me.

[text — short stuff] When haven't you been soft is the question

[burningsxn]

{/text} Nah ^^ You know I’m not easily insulted by mostly anything xD There is only one comment that I’m truly sensitive about uwu

{/text} Har har! Now this is almost too sweet. I think I threw up a little bit =P

[creatorxkris]

[text — short stuff] Would you care to enlighten me?

[text — short stuff] Sweet? Ha. The sentiment has been noted.

[burningsxn]

{/text} kheheh isn’t it? x’D Do I look fat to them? =( Now I’m almost insulted. Well if it wasn’t so funny pfffff xD I’ll try.

{/text} OH SCREW YOU! I TAKE IT BACK! >(

[creatorxkris]

[text — short stuff] Do you want me to make him disappear? You should be insulted. That's not very nice—implying that a lady is fat. Rude.

[text — short stuff] Wouldn't you like to. I kid, I kid. I miss you too. There. You have permission to use this against me too.

[burningsxn]

{/text} No like…. I /can’t/ tell. at least not over the phone. Maybe in private when you’re back. I would if I could, really. u~u

{/text} it’s so funny! xD Let me have some fun! Do you remember when I was eating those weird tuna things that no one but me liked? One of those articles even speculated if I was pregnant HAHAHAHA I’M DYING IN LAUGHTER OMG! {/text} I’ll do my best. No promises =P  {/text} Hey. {/text} I miss you.  {/text} Just a bit though >|

[creatorxkris]

[text — short stuff] Sure, alright.

[Draft — short stuff] If I make it back alive that is—

Delete draft? [ yes | no ]

[text — short stuff] That is the dumbest shit I've ever heard. And they get paid to release this bullshit? Tch. Hey, try not to disturb other patients, short stuff.

[text — short stuff] Awww, how sweet. Gonna screenshot for future blackmail.

[creatorxkris]

Boobear, come t'papa.

[redbelles]

"Have you ever asked yourself, do monsters make war, or does war make monsters?"

[creatorxkris]

{/text} Please tell me you're free this saturday? ;u;

[text — short stuff] Sorry, I’ll be on a flight to LA. Is it important?

[exo-lost-planet]

[wiremuse]

[changterhune]

(via TumbleOn)

[sakuraua-deactivated20220222]

[reaching-bodhi-deactivated20150]

"Oh, that’s r-right, it is," a faint shade of pink dusted over his cheeks. Indeed, it was the second time he talked about photography,he just hoped that the taller male wouldn’t think that it was because he was running out of things to talk about. "Yes, it’s something that interests me very much," the brunette nodded firmly. "This may sound cliche, but I think photos are a w-way of keeping memories of pleasant moments with you. Also, they allow you to everyday see the image of people w-who are important and who otherwise you wouldn’t be able to see if you didn’t have those pictures." Yixing bit his lower lip and rubbed the nape of his neck, "I’m sorry, I’m p-probably not making any sense, am I?" The brunette felt he was already talking too much, so he glanced down at the brown paper bag that was in his hands. Had he been another person, he would have somewhat guessed that there was something about Kris that was different, but he was far too naive. Yixing stood behind the other, while waiting for the door to open. Upon hearing The creator’s words he nodded with a wide and childish smile. "Thank you," he replied as he stepped inside the lab.

[creatorxkris]

Photographs, huh. Kris couldn't even remember the last time he'd gotten his photo taken—let alone take pictures of other people even if it was for memories sake. "Cliché or not, I think what you said has some merit. Although I would assume people would take advantage of technology that is readily available and utilize that to keep in touch with loved ones. And no, however nonsensical you may think you sound, I do appreciate hearing your opinions. After all, it's good to listen to different perspectives." Not really. He didn't particularly care for anyone else's opinion but his own, but decided it would be much better (for both their sakes) if he just kept his mouth shut and played his part. "There's not much in here; I didn't really have time to redecorate and rearrange things to my liking, so please excuse the mess," the door closed with a shove of his foot and he gestured aimlessly at the bare walls of his lab, "This isn't what you expected, huh?"

[burningsxn]

Business Calling | [Kris x Jieun]

[burningsxn]

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[creatorxkris]

He knew he didn't have to tell Jieun twice, watching with veiled amusement as she seemed to melt readily into the role she was assigned for tonight. For someone of her caliber, he would be wise not to underestimate her ability. "You know, I wonder what would happen if I decide to take the easy way out and set this whole place on fire. Saves time and energy."

[kris-hae-deactivated20160104]

[reaching-bodhi-deactivated20150]

The word excitement didn’t even begin to cover what the scientist was feeling at that moment. To see a creator’s lab for the first time, could he be any more lucky? This seemed like an exaggeration, but this was something that he had been waiting for, since he came to IX. What made it even better was that it was Kris’ lab, the creator who up to now had been very nice to him. Yixing glanced at Kris, immediately he saw the smile on his face; a smile which he immediately returned. The brunette’s smile was bright, which was proof of how excited he was feeling at the moment. “Okay, lets g-go,” he chuckled softly when he felt the others elbow and started walking. “This is going to be the f-first time that I’ve been to someone else’s lab…I s-should take a picture to commemorate this moment,” a small laugh left Yixing’s lips while he scrunched his nose.

[creatorxkris]

"This is the second time you mentioned taking photographs, Yixing. Is this something you're interested in?" Why, of all things, he chose to ask his colleague that was beyond him. Things like personal interests and hobbies shouldn't be of interest to him; he shouldn't care. And yet, here he was holding the typical "getting to know one another" conversation like it was something he did on a regular basis and didn't despise in the least. Kris glanced down at the shorter male, eyebrows furrowing deeper when the latter laughed. Yixing was an enigma and possessed a kind of benevolence he was loath to destroy, even though every ounce of him wanted to corrupt him—to snuff out the light that seemed to shine from the very depths of his body. Kris' steps halted before his lab, fingers withdrawing his ID card from his pocket and swiped. There was a definitive beep before the door swung open. "Come in and help yourself." Said the wolf to the lamb.

[wyndixgo]

To his dismay, he found his fear realized when he pushed the door open fully and discovered not only Kris, but the dead body they had been discussing (arguing over) on the phone splayed out on the floor before his office. There was a second of silence after Kris’s poor attempt at humor, during which Xiumin didn’t move - didn’t speak - simply stared down at the decaying cadaver with a stony expression. What could have possessed Kris to bring this all the way into his company building?

His phone buzzed in his hand and he used the distraction as an excuse to look away from the tall man who would forever be a source of irritation (and grudging amusement to a degree) for him. An incredulous brow arched up at his companion in wordless judgement at the end. “Don’t think I won’t hesitate to report you if I ever find you in my home without permission. And exactly what did you do this time to piss him off?” Knowing the other male, it was probably something exceedingly and remarkably stupid.

Finally, he couldn’t put off dealing with the clearly dead-body slumped across the hardwood, blocking the traffic of anyone who might have needed to travel this corridor. “What do I pay security for—” Either his guards were getting more and more useless, or Kris was getting more creative with his breaking-and-entering skills; personally, Xiumin would prefer to believe the issue to lie with the first. Incompetent humans he could dispose of and replace easily - thwarting his devious friend was a much more tedious task he really didn’t want to waste the brainpower and overall effort to deal with.

"I don’t know what you intended to do lugging him here, but he can’t stay." Disappearing briefly to retrieve his briefcase and the files he needed for the night, he turned off the meager lighting in his office and locked the door behind him. May as well retire early for the evening seeing how he wasn’t going to get any work done with a certain giant pestering him anyway. "Come on, bring him down to the basement."

The plan was to shove the body into a body bag, throw it into the trunk of Xiumin’s car, and pray that it wouldn’t cause too much of a stink during the drive home where he could store it properly. “I’ll agree that sleepovers and blanket forts are not ideal schemes to soliciting an invitation to come home with me, but at the same time, youshould figure out a better way of getting what you want. There’s only so many organs I can go through you know.”

[creatorxkris]

"Well, life is a risk, you know? Perhaps getting hauled into a jail cell for breaking and entering—not that I'd use that particular method since I have other ways, but I digress—would be a fun experience. Unless I drop the soap..." Kris didn't bother to try to hide the grin that stretched his lips and merely gazed down at his childhood friend, who seemed nonplussed at the sight of his impromptu appearance. It was funny how Minseok seemed to take things in stride and it amused him to know that the latter appeared patient enough to deal with him and all the unexpected situations that sprung out of his spontaneous decisions. Perhaps it was why Kris even bothered to come to him when he was bored. Minseok's patience was worth testing.

"I'm not going to bore you with the rundown on how I got past security," he nudged the corpse with a foot and wrinkled his nose as he watched the shorter male disappear and reappear with briefcase in hand. "Please take him because I really don't want to drag him around like a sack of potatoes looking for a dump site. The old man's not too keen on covering up my "lax" methods regarding target acquisition and disposal. I'm not sorry for interrupting his meeting with the Board of Execs by throwing an eyeball into Kim what's-his-face's lap and watching him fumble with it. I'm on temporary standby for my 'outrageous and embarrassing behavior' and because I'm an 'utter disgrace,' I'm to get out of my old man's face until his blood pressure returns to normal. So this means I'm on forced vacation, you'll be seeing more of me, Seok."

One look at the latter's short stature and Kris reached down and simply hauled the mangled body up by the lapels, not particularly caring when flecks of dried blood fluttered and dotted the polished floors. "Well, you can always sell it or something. I promise this will be the last surprise gift for this week, so long as I find other ways to occupy myself. Now that's where you come in."

[baekyun]

[humanxzacharie]

"Thank you, thank you! A welcome worth of a duke! No, a prince! A king! Easy there, Titan, hold your excitement." He threw his head back, chortling upon hearing the taller male’s comment. “I’ve been travelling on my staff for 16 hours straight, freezing windows here and there, making some human statues every now and then, and that’s what I get, huh.” An impish smile etched on his lips as he jabbed his best friend’s chest with an elegantly decorated bakery box. “You don’t deserve this, man. Not at all. Why do I always go through the trouble, eh.”

Zacharie had a backpack on his shoulder, a large four-wheeled, bluish suitcase, and three metallic briefcases that contained his highly advanced laptops. Leaving all his luggage behind, minus the one strapped around his shoulders, he slid through the door and took a glance around. “Sleeping on the floor, my ass. You’re gonna give me a bed, and the best one too. It’s enough I left my baby canapé just to be here. Was hard enough juggling all that on a staff, y’know. And I trust no bellboys with m’gadgets.”

[creatorxkris]

"It's—" he glances at the clock and levels Zach with a piercing stare, "—nearly 2am. Does my face look like I'm in the mood to throw an impromptu welcoming party? Besides, you know how much I don't like surprises." But just as the words leave his mouth, his eyes are drawn to the box poking at his chest through the thin material of his sleep shirt; fingers reaching out to snatch it from his hand. "Hm. You didn't have to, but I suppose this will suffice."

Kris sets the box on the coffee table and gestures wildly at the amount of luggage Zach has brought with him. "What did you bring—all your babies? Seriously?" He rolls his eyes, flopping down on an armchair. "Take one of the guest rooms then. My room is off limits— wait, why are you here, Zach?"