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surfing on soundwaves ⸻ you've seen better days. take a good hard look :  can you see me now? jonathan moon   ,   sonokenisis user.

[jonathanxmk]

hi guys, sorry for the radio silence. the past week has been brutal but i promise i'll be around more in the next couple of days to do replies, starters and answer dms! if you still wanted to plot something with me and we haven't yet go ahead and like this or shoot me a dm and i'll get back to it as soon as possible! <3

[sikyungmk]

ㅤㅤㅤjonathan  was  cute  when  he  was  like  this.  so  much  so  that  sikyung,  despite  the  sun  beating  down  on  them  and  glimmering  in  his  eyes,  he  couldn't  keep  them  off  of  johnny.  he  felt  content,  something  that  sikyung  rarely  felt  on  a  day  to  day  basis,  always  having  his  thoughts  go  a  mile  a  minute  before  he  explodes  and  they  go  silent.  right  now  though,  with  his  head  rested  on  johnny's  lap,  he  feels  like  all  of  his  worries  never  existed  in  the  first  place.

ㅤㅤㅤit  was  a  strange  feeling,  to  care  so  much  about  another  person  that  life  was  just  easy  around  them.  sikyung  never  thought  he'd  ever  have  that  again,  not  since  his  brother  had  passed  away  all  those  years  ago.  it  was  partly  because  he  was  afraid  no  one  would  like  who  he  was  aenough  to  be  able  to  tolerate  him  and  the  other  part  was  that  he  didn't  let  people  get  close  enough  to  be  able  to  do  was  johnny  does  to  him.

ㅤㅤㅤthat's  clear  with  the  way  sikyung  lets  johnny's  finger  collide  with  his  forehead,  a  small  little  ow  leaving  sikyung's  lips  and  not  an  outburst  of  rage—  flame  overtaking  the  skin  on  his  body  and  fire  dancing  in  his  irises.  sikyung  would  let  johnny  do  anything  to  him  and  that's  more  of  a  show  of  trust  than  anything  else  in  the  world,  especially  because  he  knows  that  johnny  would  never  hurt  him  intentionally.  the  way  his  finger  caresses  the  skin  where  he'd  flicked  him  goes  to  show  that.

ㅤㅤㅤsikyung,  watching  johnny  above  him,  can't  help  the  little  smile  that  sets  on  his  face.  completely  amused  with  the  was  johnny  was,  quirky  in  his  own  way.  he  knew  how  much  music  meant  to  johnny,  but  sometimes  he  could  be  a  bit  too  much  of  a  perfectionist,  "johnny,"  he  starts,  trying  to  get  the  younger  boy's  attention,  "baby—"  sikyung  grabs  ahold  of  the  other's  hand,  intertwining  their  fingers  together.  maybe  it's  a  bit  of  a  ploy  to  get  johnny's  attention  away  from  his  phone  as  sikyung  snatches  the  device  from  his  hand,  but  the  second  their  fingers  are  settled  together,  sikyung  knows  he's  not  letting  go.

ㅤㅤㅤ"the  mood  is  just  fine,  i  don't  think  anything  could  ruin  the  mood  as  long  as  you're  next  to  me."  it's  cheesy  sure,  but  there's  so  much  sincerity  in  his  voice  that  if  it  was  the  sikyung  before  he  met  johnny  looking  down  on  them,  he'd  be  fake  gagging.  "you  know  i  won't  say  no  to  hearing  you  play  though."  one  of  sikyung's  favorite  things  was  to  lie  in  johnny's  bed,  curled  up  in  his  blankets  as  the  other  practiced  one  of  his  favorites,  "in  fact,  i  think  it'd  be  better  than  anything  you  could  find  on  spotify."  sikyung  squeezing  johnny's  hand  that  was  held  in  his  own,  pushing  back  into  the  fingers  running  through  his  hair.

[jonathanxmk]

it was a odd feeling, he knows this, fingers absently scratching sikyung's scalp. it's odd to the him of a year ago, to be like this with someone else. sikyung was a constant burning flame but somehow jonathan never got burned. he would put his hand right on the fire and it would wrap around him but never harm. it was hard to be scared of the fire when it welcomed you without hesitation. it's a part of why he can act like this, huffing at the pet name sikyung tended to use often with him.

he allows the contact as their fingers intertwine despite the petulant expression on his face. "stop with the b-word, people can hear you." the complaint will fall on deaf ears, especially due to them being nearly alone in their part on the quad, but it leaves him anyway. a childish 'hey!' escapes him when the device is taken away, reaching for it with a frown.

"...sap." it's fond as he says it, the smallest of smiles coming to his face despite the annoyance that was still there. sikyung had been like that for a while now; sincere and honest in his feelings with jonathan, expressing more emotions without hesitation. he sometimes feels special because of it. especially because he knows sikyung doesn't treat many others the same way. it's what causes him to hum and take another look at his violin case when sikyung agrees in a way that only he could.

"one song," he agrees tentatively, temporarily displacing sikyung and their hold to reach over to grab his case. the latches unlock and when it opened jonathan gave the violin a small smile. "hey there girl. sikyung wants to hear you." he picks up the instrument gently, the polished wood smiling back at him. he slips his hoodie off and folds it meticulously before placing it near sikyung—a place to rest his head. he needed space while playing, anxious if touched and unable to focus. he's on his knees, holding the violin like a baby, grasp delicate.

he carefully tucks his head onto the chinrest, bow in hand, and exhales deeply. he was no stranger to this, playing before a mini audience, sikyung one of the few who he had done so for since coming to lumera. it shows now, hands steady as he quickly tuned the instrument, lovingly twisting the pegs with gentle fingers.

then, he started to play. this song was one of his favorites to play, body settling as he let the music wash over him. the tune was sad and a bit haunting, something he had heard play from his grandmothers radio when he was still young. it had made him cry, he remembers now, lashes fluttering as he watched the bow move. the emotion welled up inside of him as he played through the piece, temporarily twelve again and playing to his grandmother in her room, feeling as if something was missing even if he wasn't alone.

he lingered with the violin in hand after the piece finished, bow faltering slightly, before taking a deep breath and moving it away. he's played different songs in front of sikyung before, standing in his room while the other man laid in his bed. juno would curl around his neck and he would play for his two person audience peacefully. this song was more personal, he realized with a slight furrow of the brow. he had wanted to set the mood with music, but it turned a bit melancholy, despite how he wanted something peaceful.

"still better than anything on spotify?" he hoped sikyung would ignore the tears that had started to gather at the corners of his eyes, putting the violin down into the case before quickly flicking the droplets away with his finger. "it was one of the first... "harder" songs i learned as a kid." there's a look on his face, he knows, a bit sad when he says it. "i... i always really liked that one..."

[jonathanxmk]

okay i know i have 182747548 replies and dms to get to, but smack a fat like on this post to quickly plot some event stuff! i'll get to them as soon as i take care of...................... everything r i p

[yeseulmk-deactivated20240316]

the compliment feels nice. no, scratch that. it feels fucking awesome. ‘you’re a great dungeon master, though.’ that’s goddamn right! she doesn’t want to show it, since she’s trying to be very understanding of johnny’s anxious emotional state right now, but there is an involuntarily smirk that appears on her face for a split second. ‘it could have went way worse if you weren’t leading us.’ finally someone notices her hard work. is this what it feels like to be appreciated?

“don’t apologize, man. it’s not you who pissed me off. it’s that freshman girl from serenity who kept fucking things up.” it was surely a sight to see. the girl, who clearly had no idea what teamwork meant, kept rushing into every combat situation head first without letting the rest of the party strategize. “i had so much npc dialogue planned and she just cut their heads off for no reason. towards the end of the damn thing, i didn’t even know how to wrap things up because you were supposed to find out lore from the merchant she butchered…”

another sigh. no matter, what’s done is done — she can just rage about this in her bedroom when she gets back to the dorm. no need to further stress her friend out with stuff like this. johnny’s offer to pay for her food makes her want to protest right there and then, but a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach makes her pause. she feels… bad? she can only partially hear what he says next, something about the steel phoenix and twisted.

“you don’t have to pay,” she replies quietly. for the love of luna, what is that feeling? “i’ll help you with your character and everything. don’t worry.” oh, she knows what it is now. genuine love and care. ew. “i vote for phoenix, though. just don’t let me order more than one drink.”

[jonathanxmk]

the verbal reassurance that he hadn't of helped add to the disaster of a campaign had him visibly relaxing. the last thing he needed was to make yeseul upset with him, too. at the mention of the freshman player on their team, he gave a slight twist of the mouth in sympathy. "maybe she was just... excited?" while johnny wasn't an optimist by any means, he had the unfortunate experience of watching the serenity student wince whenever she was called out. he wasn't entirely sympathetic—she did mess up a phase of his characters development, after all—but he understood her enthusiasm. his tireless working on his character sheet was a testament to that.

"but... i want to," he frowns, holding the wallet tighter, looking to the center of her nose to avoid the unease of holding direct eye contact. "that's why i offered..." brows furrow and the frown deepens, wanting to do something nice for her in spite of everything. yeseul, all things considered, was one of his good friends. bonding over a shared love of games, they grew close quicker then he had expected. people were hard to connect to on a good day, but the other girl made it easy with her honesty. despite his constant underlying anxiety, he was happy in her presence, and he hung out with her enough that he knew he enjoyed her company. he only offered to pay for those he cared about—and when he set his mind to it, he was annoyingly stubborn.

but then she mentioned phoenix and he felt like he had won something, and he can't help the smile that comes to his face, eyes squinting with the force of it. "promise i won't. i'll be our, uh, designated... walker... today." unless he felt the social pressure to also drink; he was willing to suffer through one alcoholic beverage to make her happy. "let's get a table before it gets busy." he nods towards the bar and grill, then makes sure they'll be walking together before heading there.

"thank god," he murmurs more to himself when he sees it's still fairly quiet, only slightly flinching when the waitress greeted them, quickly mumbling about a table for two, before they were finally seated; they were closer to the bar—which he wasn't sure if he would appreciate or feel distain for later on yet—and he ungraciously dropped his notebook on the table with a sigh. the girl had left them for a moment so he finally let himself breath, fingers touching the menu but not opening it. he already painstakingly knew his usual order down to the letter.

"order whatever you want. i, uh, think they have a special right now...? i can't see the sign from here..."

[feelington]

*removes one earbud* what

[jonathanxmk]

🟣

🟣 - what is your favorite color? what do you think this says about you?

"blue," he says without hesitation, sure of his answer immediately. "i've always really liked shades of blue, though dark blue and royal blue are my favorites. i remember... i think i remember people say blue is a "calming" color... so that might be why i like it so much...? i don't know if, uh, i'm a calming and relaxing person... but it's still a good color, anyway, i think."

[jonathanxmk]

🎠 & 🍳

🎠 - do you enjoy going to carnivals or theme parks? where do you like to go?

"they're not bad, but sometimes they can be... way too much." he frowns for a moment then goes, "theme parks are too crowded and loud but i can handle a carnival. i tend to, uh, eat a lot when i'm there, though. we went to wild waves for our senior field trip and i... had to come back to the bus a hour in... it was just... too much everything for me. but i grabbed a lot of food to eat on the ride back home, so... i think we know who's the real winner here."

🍳 - what is your favorite breakfast food or meal?

"uh, i don't really eat breakfast anymore," he admits sheepishly, fidgeting with the cord of his headphones as he thought. "...i really only have coffee for breakfast, but... granny used to make me these special kind of... breakfast toast things. they're like french toast kind of but with cinnamon... i miss it actually." he smiles wistfully but continues, "i also really like mcgriddles... so i will grab one in the morning before class if i can. i, uh, can cook but... that takes so much time..."

[jonathanxmk]

🍕

🍕- what is your favorite junk food? least favorite?

he thinks about it for a moment, rolling his eyes up towards the celling. "cheetos puffs," he nods in approval, as if he said something revolutionary. "uh... skittles sometimes, too. i only really like the ones in the blue bag, though." he takes a moment to consider further on what he didn't like. "all my old friends from cram school would say they "disowned" me when i told them this but... taki's. they're gross. also i don't really care for soda, but that's more of a junk... drink? then a food, right? i dunno... taki's are my number one no-go's, though. ugh. their texture is just all wrong..."

[yeseulmk-deactivated20240316]

amateur hour with @jonathanxmk

“this session was a mess.” the disappointment in her voice? palpable. “follow me.”

she refuses to elaborate, given that the culprits are still at the crime scene, and shuffles out of the room instead. there is not a single word that is spoken from her side while there are still people within earshot, but the moment they get to a less crowded corner of the plaza, she lets out a grunt.

“a rogue high elf who is good at archery and sneaking… wow, they are so innovative,” she sighs, rolling her eyes. saem scuttles down her legs and heads for the nearby fountain for luna knows what business — bathing? drinking? both? she can’t be bothered to ask. she’s too annoyed at the sheer incompetence on new dungeons and dragons players right now.

jonathan, in her mind, did nothing wrong. he could never do any wrong. “you were awesome, though. very nice wrist movement.” she refers to the way he threw the dice because frankly, she has never seen someone throw it the way he did. something about it was special… like he was born for this. “and your character is nice too. none of that cliché shit.”

another sigh and she feels a tad bit better. still not as good as she would have felt were she surrounded by people who understood what the hell a campaign is supposed to be about, but let’s overlook that. perhaps being hungry has something to do with it too. “also, you wanna get something to eat?”

[jonathanxmk]

there was a lot of ways that session could have went, and it going absolutely sideways was not what jonathan had expected.

the room was quiet for a moment before yeseul broke the silence, disappointment clear as day in her tone. he winced at it. ah— "shit, okay." jonathan doesn't hesitate to shuffle his stuff into his arms, almost stumbling in his haste, as he follows her out the room. while he had done all the research he could of the game, being a novice reflected heavily in his play. sitting there at the table surrounded by the others they would be playing with, he felt entirely out of element. the buzz of the room still played over in his skull. he wondered absently as they drew near the plaza if he had added to the painful way the session had went.

"i don't think i got it right..." he mumbled, looking at the notebook in his hand that had sheet upon sheet of the character he had painstakingly came up with the past week tucked into its insides. he peered at her curiously as the compliment came out, wondering if he did actually do good or if she was being considerate of his feelings; especially when he had to sit with the mortifying fact that he had almost threw the dice off the table on three separate occasions and couldn't meet anyones eyes afterwards. the thought made him anxious, one hand holding the notebook to his chest and other reaching for the comfort of his headphones.

"i read that the best classes for strategic and tactical points were wizards and monks, s-so that's why i narrowed it down to wizard... as, uh, cliche as that is... but then i realized i might of categorized which i could portray better wrong, which set me back on my decisions and i... uh... well you saw... how all that went, so..." he paused then gave her the briefest of smiles, "you're a great dungeon master, though. pretty sure it could have went... way worse if you weren't leading us. the game... was absolutely shit, though. sorry."

he did know that at least it was now over, and he had time to go back and refine his character. he felt like he had to make her proud, somehow. he really hated the tone she gave—he was bad at reading people but she was always upfront of what she felt and thought and he appreciated it greatly. the least he could do was make the next campaign less pitiful in some way. at the mention of food he perked up slightly, immediately fumbling for his wallet, the chain it was attached to clinking against his belt as he yanked it out.

"i'll pay this time, since the game was trash and... well, even if it sucked it was... kind of fun?" while he poised it as a question, he did enjoy the games mechanics, despite the disaster that unfolded. he knew he'd stubbornly push to pay, as well, despite the way he gripped at the worn leather, unable to meet her gaze as he looked around them. "uh... phoenix isn't busy right now... unless you don't wanna sit and eat. there's no line at twisted, either. though... i think i really need help, like, refining my character. he feels sort of out of place now and i... totally don't know what i'm doing..." he didn't know how to ask for that help, the words feeling weird in his mouth so instead he swallowed them down. food first, everything else later.

[sikyungmk]

ㅤㅤㅤthere's  something  about  jonathan  that  makes  sikyung's  heart  soar.  obviously  there's  an  easy  explanation  to  why  he  feels  this  way— johnny  reminds  him  of  his  younger  brother  in  so  many  ways.  the  moment  sikyung  had  seen  the  other  on  campus,  he  had  to  do  a  double  take.  the  dark  hair,  the  posture,  even  the  clothes  he  wore  reminded  sikyung  of  the  person  he'd  spent  most  of  his  teenage  life  protecting  and  for  a  moment  he  loses  his  footing,  almost  tripping  over  some  fucking  dip  in  the  ground  before  he  catches  himself.

ㅤㅤㅤit's  jarring,  that's  a  simple  word  to  describe  his  feelings  in  that  moment.  so  much  so  that  he  finds  himself  standing  up  for  johnny  when  a  pair  of  upperclassmen  won't  leave  him  alone.  maybe  setting  their  shoes  on  fire  wasn't  the  best  way  to  go  about  it,  but  sikyung  being  sikyung,  there's  always  a  little  nagging  voice  in  his  head  that  says  hurt.

ㅤㅤㅤyet,  when  he  approaches  the  young  boy,  someone  back  then  he  would  have  no  idea  would  end  up  meaning  so  much  to  him,  there's  an  alarming  mantra  playing  over  and  over  again  in  his  head,  kind  of  like  a  light  up  sign  at  a  store  late  at  night.  protect  him.

ㅤㅤㅤsikyung  had  spent  so  many  years  trying  to  dismantle  the  idea  that  he  could  feel  anything  akin  to  love.  he  always  thought  that  what  last  bit  of  love  and  hope  he  had  inside  of  him  died  along  with  his  brother.  but  somehow,  as  he  lays  his  head  in  the  younger  man's  lap,  peering  up  at  him  while  johnny  tinkers  with  his  phone,  trying  to  pick  the  best  song  for  them  to  listen  to,  sikyung  feels  his  heart  pump  rapidly  in  his  chest.  "johnny,"  he  whispers,  not  wishing  to  break  the  gentle  moment,  "i  don't  think  you're  going  to  like  any  of  the  songs  you  pick  at  this  rate."

the sight of you makes my heart weak. — closed for @jonathanxmk.

[jonathanxmk]

if anyone had told jonathan a year ago that he'd find comfort in someone who could burn the place to the ground, he would have flinched and called them a madman. yet he was, and does, even though sometimes he wonders how it came to be.

he's always been a easy target, despite trying to avoid being noticed at all. it wasn't as if he was often bothered by people, but he hadn't started to properly grow into himself as a freshman then. could teeter between too awkward and too honest, saying how he felt and unable to catch when he was being talked down to. the fire that fluttered before him was warm and a bit intimidating, and when he drew his gaze upwards and looked into the other's eyes, he thought that there was something sad in them.

if anyone told jonathan a year ago he'd gain a pseudo-sibling out of that fire, he'd chuckle aimlessly and wonder why anyone would really care to bother.

sikyung treated him sometimes as he was someone to take care of, but never someone to coddle, and over time it turned into this: a comfortable kind of relationship—a head on his lap and no sign of anxiety or worry to riddle his body. it was calm and for him, calm was safety.

calm enough that without looking away from the screen he gently flicks the other man's forehead, brows furrowing as he swiped through song after song. his finger rubs over the spot he flicked gently in a unspoken apology soon after, not wanting to actually cause harm despite the playful unspoken 'shut up' that colored the previous action. he could barely feel sikyung's heartbeat from here, and he wondered when he allowed someone else to get that close to him.

"none of them feels right, though," he murmurs petulantly, switching from the upbeat les beautes du diable to the more soft il tempo delle cose, only to frown at the choice immediately after. "shit," he huffs into the air, absently chewing on his lip as he moved from one song after another in rapid succession. "if... if it's not perfect it will ruin the mood..." it was peaceful where they were, the area shaded on the quad, barely any students milling about although it was in the middle of the day. he enjoyed the time they shared like this, sikyung seemingly always willing to hangout despite his initial grumpy demeanor.

"unless... you think you can pick a better one?" he asks yet doesn't move to hand over the device. sikyung knew how important it was to him to have the right playlist set, something that could set the right tone for everything else to follow. "at this rate i mines as well play my violin..." he looks over to the black case nearby, considering it before absently flicking his fingers, a soothing method as his frustration grew. "...live music or spotify?" he asked instead, fingers reaching to do something else, landing in sikyung's hair, moving across his scalp gently as he waited on the answer.

[neohyune]

to say that haotian was startled would be an understatement. the fizzing of the tablet inside the glass had almost reached the bubbling stage when a loud slam startled haotian out of his peaceful state of mind. he instantly shot upright, his glasses now crooked onto his face and the eyes that stared wide at the huge stack of books were coloured crimson. the loud noise followed by a voice and haotian snapped his gaze up at the intruder, his eyes still red.

the blood user blinked, not dissimilar to how the stranger had done before speaking, and haotian simply stared as he tried to get his racing heart under control. adrenaline from the shock rushed through his veins, activating the powers in his blood and haotian silently struggled to keep them at bay. outwardly, nothing was seen except for a senior student with uncanny eyes who kept staring at another student having what appeared to be a discussion with their companion.

a question was shot his way and haotian again blinked but when he opened his eyes again, the colour of his irises had gone back to dark brown. it was then that suddenly bo popped up from underneath the table where he had been sleeping. his companion had been as surprised as haotian had been but had remained out of sight in order to evaluate what haotian's reaction would be. sometimes, bo liked to leave his person to a challenging situation so he could learn social skills and to practise his blood powers better.

now though, it was time for bo to show up, and thus the shiba inu companion brushed his flank affectionately against haotian's legs before turning around and looking up at the other student and the other companion called juno. bo sat down before speaking in haotian's stead. "it's ok, you can sit here." upon hearing bo talk, haotian finally snapped out of it and quickly straightened his glasses before running a hand through his hair. he tried tucking his bangs behind his ears but they were just a couple centimetres shy of being able to remain stuck and thus fell straight back.

haotian then reached towards bo, letting his right hand brush through the dog's fur and the soft touch was soothing to the chinese man. his gaze slid from juno to the other student before he too finally spoke, accent thicker than he'd like it to be. "yes, it's ok." he then glanced towards the stack of books, tilting his head slightly to peer at the titles. "music theory... sound.. you like music?" haotian didn't notice bo rolling his eyes next to him. his companion was often just as reserved as haotian but it so happens that he was more savvy around humans and daily interactions.

by now, the tablet inside the glass of water had completely dissolved. while waiting for the other to respond, haotian mournfully glanced at the glass which contents were now slightly yellowed. no bubbles for him today.

[jonathanxmk]

the wait wasn't long but it felt as if it stretched on as jonathan waited on a reply, causing his nerves to start to rise. so much so that juno peeked her head out of his pocket, her small form staring the dog down with her big, inquisitive eyes. she glanced at jonathan who was focused on the table, only visibly relaxing at the conformation that he was good to go. at the go ahead he shuffled and finally took his bag and violin case off his back, leaning them against the chair. he had barely had a moment to organize his stuff before the other student spoke to him.

he blinked at the question and let his gaze drift back to the stack of books, fingers tapping the plastic of the headphones before replying. "...yeah, it's a interest of mine. classical music is my preference. it's hard to, uh, top a composer like schumann or dvorak... and they had interesting lives... i think pairing that and their music is interesting. it's like... like a story of its own, uh, but without words." he slides into the chair he had pulled out, arranging the stack again by size almost meticulously as he explained.

"i'm... a music major. music therapy. i feel like the right music can help people. it helps me a lot, so..." he paused, allowing one part leading up to the previous question to register, glancing to the one across the table then the glass that sat there.

"...sound? that's... no. t-that's my power. i use sound. soundwaves and, uh... it's complicated." he always had issues describing just what his abilities were to others, unsure how to maneuver around the 'i clap and stomp and then hit the wave like a baseball bat with my fan' explanation he tended to want to fall to. "it's a weird power. uh... sorry. shit, i said i wouldn't bother you." he felt a bit awkward, trying to sort through his mental cue cards, wondering if now was a good time to ask something back or wait for a response.

"what are... you into? do you like music? ...or... uh... what are you here for? in the library? probably to study, r-right?" ...nailed it.

[jonathanxmk]

🌘

🌘 - do you believe in conspiracy theories?

"not really?" he blinks with a frown. "like, they don't make sense? ...if it can't be proven with fact or logic... i don't really find the appeal, i guess? they've always confused me... i guess it's fun for some people but i just don't get it..."

[jonathanxmk]

💕

💕 - what’s the most romantic thing you have ever done for someone? what’s the thing another have done for you?

well this question was ironic. so much so that he looks down and away in embarrassment. this was going to expose him heavily. "i am... really bad at that. romance... and stuff..." he had studied movies, books, and television to get it right and instead he barely could gift a bouquet of flowers because the thought was mortifying. having to admit all this out loud now? awful. "i really don't wanna answer this..." was there a way to skip the question? "just... holding hands and... spending time together? like, does that count?" he winces but powers on. "i don't... tend to get, like, "romanced" and stuff. i guess... letting me talk about things i really like? i... tend to get really excited over things i like a lot... and just... nevermind. this is shit. i don't want to answer this anymore—"

[jonathanxmk]

⛰️

⛰️ - would you live in a remote location? if so, where?

"as long as it has wifi... anywhere." he lifts up his switch almost shamelessly, true gamer at heart. "or... almost anywhere. no place with lots of bugs... or... too many trees, because the scent of pine hurts my head. or large bodies of water... i can't really swim. or wild animals because... what if they try and eat juno? but... yeah. anywhere, really." a pause before, "maybe somewhere where there's no people. or... less people. somewhere where there is... only people i like. somewhere quiet."

[jonathanxmk]

🌧

🌧️ - when it is raining outside, what do you like to do?

"listen to music. i know it's, like, a generic answer but... i'll put on mozart or brahms and just... watch the rain from the window." there's something sad that colors his expression for a long moment but he looks away before continuing with a shrug. "or i'll just... nap? rainy days are sort of... weird days, i guess? ...yeah."

[jonathanxmk]

⸻ training for companionship.

📍 : practice grounds ⤷ with @luciaxmk

it had only been a thirty minute time-slot but despite that he had felt every single second of it. "just leave me here to die," he groans pitifully, spread out on to the ground like a starfish. he felt juno huff against his body and he understood where she was coming from, despite his petulance. while the session itself wasn't as physically taxing as it could have been, jonathan was not keen on putting forth much physical activity if he could avoid it. he knew it was vital—his powers relied heavily on being able to create sounds using his body—but it took a toll on him after a while.

his hearing was gone for the moment, the world around him lapsed into blissful silence despite the slight soreness of his muscles. juno sat on his chest, small body lifting high with each deep inhale he could muster, turned towards the instructor, likely explaining things to them while he was incapable of doing so.

slowly, the sound around him began to filter in—from the whistle of the breeze picking up; the faint sound of students possibly walking from class; the little things he tended to take for granted when his ears could listen in. it was on this day he appreciated that his ears hadn't given up on him yet, for when the sound of footsteps approached he was ready, tilting his head back to take in the upside down form of who was coming in his direction.

while they weren't close yet, jonathan appreciated lucia as a person. she was kind; so much so he wondered at first if she was just simply being polite. her interest in what he was reading—genuine curiosity in her eyes whenever they would meet at the bookstore manga isle he was always tucked into—was what had him fumbling to understand if it was kinship. he could consider what they had something akin to friendship, so when she drew near he only briefly reached for the comfort of his headphones before trying to relax his body. casually, of course. or as casually as he could be.

"uh... lucia. hey! fancy meeting you here? ...at the, uh, practice grounds. where we practice. training." he sighed and closed his eyes, ready to slap his hand over his eyes in embarrassment. he really needed to study more movies; he could have delivered that much better. "are you here to... get some training in, too, or...?"

[jonathanxmk]

📭

📭 - do you get the mail every day, or do you let it accumulate?

"uh... well, the mailroom is so far away..." he begins with a wince, knowing how he sounds as he says it. "plus no one really but my granny sends me mail, anyway, so... if it just happens to... fill up it's okay, right?"