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maybe he'd heard something. maybe he hadn't. myungsoo dislikes public transportation simply for the fact that there's too many people. he can never tell who is saying what, and who might ( on the off change ) be speaking to him. anxiety leaves him glancing over his shoulder too often to be normal.

it's as the bus rounds a corner that he hears it. a soft groan emanates from a few seats back, where a male sits alone with his phone to his ear.

the pause that follows and the soft cadence of his voice leaves the former x-men all too willing to forget what he'd just witnessed. still, he speaks mostly to himself when he stands up the moment his stop comes up. a pull to the cord and he's resolving to himself to have his car fixed within the week.

"phone sex...?"

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reasonably speaking, he supposes that the gardeners of the local greenhouse would have a bone to pick with him touring their selection. cold, or winter, more specifically, was exactly what posed such a threat to the vitality of each flower but to his credit at the very least, myungsoo tries to withhold his effect as he searches for a suitable bouquet for his window.

his apartment needs some measure of life, aside from the lonely persistence of his own.

when frost forms on the petals of a nearby plant, he squashes the urge to flea and instead nudges a nearby woman inspecting the flowers with a whisper, "do you know how much this is?"

you break it, you buy it.

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"whisper"

strangely enough, it isn't the fact that the male is obviously not asian that catches his attention. as of then, people from all over the world could be found living in shinkyo city, and now it wasn't so much a matter of preference but necessity that most residents were at least bilingual. what does catch his attention first is the unexpected spike in power that he experiences, as he takes a seat a chair away from the inebriated male and orders his drink.

suddenly, the air has a bite to it that wasn't there before, as his normal effect on the atmosphere is suddenly amplified without any expressed thought on his part. it's instinct, to take a look around and try to discern the origin, before his gaze lands on the stranger and a faint question soon follows--

"did you do that?"

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whisper.

to the best of his knowledge, ravi had always been a troublemaker. vague recollections of a valentine's day and some wry imitation of cupid come to mind and the male pauses as he stares at the male's profile for a moment. he wonders to himself, were all former extremists so bizarre?

silently, his attention shifts between the man wearing white contacts--and cuddling some miniature, younger, female version of himself ( or so he'd heard )--to the drunk siblings and finally, to the newest edition to their little troupe of brotherhood members.

former.

as naeun dares mai into switching out her bra for something that looks like it hosts a number of different bacterias, myungsoo ( semi-proud former x-men ) leans over and speaks in hushed tones to kim wonshik.

"this isn't the first time, is it?"

he's almost afraid to know the answer.

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he knows of jeon jeongguk, he thinks. a friend of a friend; someone that he’d never paid much mind to aside from his previous status as a ‘saeng’—while he still isn’t sure how that works, he supposes the boy is too old to keep that title—and his proximity to a fourteen year old with a pretty little smile and a heart of gold.

it was with a heavy heart that he accepted her burden and carried it with him.

but it’s with relief that he takes notice of the boy, in much the way that the youthful always did, moving forward with his own life.

albeit in a very graphic way.

though he doesn’t expect any differently at a new years rave, upon encountering the two males in the parking lot; a drunken boy clad in jeans he’d certainly been poured into, pulling out all the stops for sex and an equally intoxicated boyfriend fighting in vain—myungsoo reconsiders what it means to be out.

he merely speaks in a whisper, watching the males grope for a moment or two before he slips into the driver’s seat of his car—

"get a room…"

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he doesn’t consider himself to be a rude person. no, on the contrary, kim myungsoo is sure he’s polite; enough that when the male sits a little too close to him—with a mutation that the former x-men is sure he has too little control over—he stays right where he is and bears the heat for a minute or two. between the slide of alcohol down his throat and repeated exposure to an embodiment of heat in char, it’s almost easy.

until it isn’t.

for the sake of pretense, he keeps his voice low. after clearing his throat and sipping at his drink until only half of the bottom remains, myungsoo leans over to address kim namjoon—magma manipulator, intermediate—and whispers with pinkened cheeks, “can you move over a seat or two?”

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he doesn't enjoy the act of getting close to most strangers. be it something as simple as tapping a shoulder, or making himself heard over the all-too-common litany of voices in a crowd ( not that he liked crowds anyways ) the concept leaves a bitter, anxious taste in myungsoo's mouth.

so it is with the utmost importance that he approaches the male as he departs the bathroom at the local supermarket. his palms sweat, his tongue flicks over suddenly dry lips and this time, kim myungsoo thinks--this is the last time.

for when he taps the strangers shoulder and cups his hand around his lips, it is no average truth that he utters.

"you have toilet paper on your shoe."

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` the dasher ( part ii ) ,

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( ` massive clouds are hanging on the afternoon sky while the ghoul puffs out a different kind of cloud; much smaller and similar to a grey cloud on a stormy night. she props herself up from the seemingly white, dusky bench — commencing a walk back to the lodge because now, it’s too fucking cold to be out. her pair of old doc martens bring her to a road not far from the familiar smell of wood and fire. ) !!! ( ` with a snowball hit on her, she turns around with a tilt of her head, encountering a man who she suspects is the symbol of winter — someone she distinctly recognizes. ) you shouldn’t have done that, gravekeeper-sshi.

( ` how this young woman addresses him by his occupation is enough to give him pause. rarity that it is, myungsoo tilts his head and stares at her for a moment before he slips back behind the safety of his fortress and forms a pile of snowballs just in case. underestimation isn't a good idea in any case, and he's far more prepared than not as he addresses her over the wall ) ... are you prepared to battle? ( ` somehow, he thinks, that challenge might've sounded more impressive if he weren't mumbling... )

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…that…sort of hurt. ( / stumbling, and marveling at the subtle sting of pain he touches the back of his head, eyes wide - no, wider! - mouth crooked and agape, stunned at this most momentous occasion. swiftly the corpse turned around, facing his opponent, only to lose his words at the sight of the man’s…snow…fortress? ) ah, i see, so that’s how it’s going to be. hey! ( / grinning, his voice rose, lifting above the noise of the rowdy guests and the flock of crows that conveniently seemed to follow him everywhere - damn scavengers ) gravekeeper!( / and thus it began, the makeshift battle, and though it may be no use chanyeol threw the disturbed, pitiful snowball at the man, quick to at least duck for cover this time, choosing a tree as his sanctuary of choice )

( ` he can't help but feel at least mildly pleased with himself, watching the male stumble under the assault but any and all satisfaction fades in the face of an oncoming battle. though not arrogance by any means, confidence shines in the minute quirking of his lips while he forms another snowball in his palm and catches the one thrown at him with a nudge to the ice contained within. the cold chunk rests in his hand before he launches both at the tree and ready more for his next assault. really, if there was one person not to challenge to a snowball fight, it was kim myungsoo ) come out...

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