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“Hello this is Youngjae! Nineteen, freshman at Yonsei University and running this youtube channel! There will be plenty of things shown, like piano covers… covers in general, vlogs about my everyday life and a lot more! Please watch and enjoy! Thank you, bye!~”
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The bus is late, but that isn’t something she’s bothered about, not at all. She’s more bothered about how many hours of sleep she’s currently going to have to skip on because tomorrow will be busy and she explicitly wanted to take this bus at this hour because it would help her get to her place at the right time to at least catch some sleep before tomorrow’s shift. But here she is, sitting and quietly trying not to fume and regretting bitterly the lack of her car right now.
So much for missing taking the bus and wanting to not abuse of the new car she got for her birthday last year. Now she was stuck in a bus station with some guy, who really, has been creeping her out of anything because he keeps looking and when she looks back he just looks away and she’s going to give up at this point. Huff and maybe walk out of the booth so she can grab a cab at this rate she won’t even be able to be that much with Loki before she has to head to bed. She can’t get over midnight, bad for the hair and complexion.
She’s also pretty much given up trying to catch the guy who’s in the booth staring at her too, just staying in her own damn world until of course that’s when he decides to start talking. As it is, whatever leaves his mouth has her staring at him without even wanting to lie on how confused she is about why he is even telling her all of that. When truly, he said the first sentence and then the rest of it just kind of got lost–went in one ear then slipped through the other? Or did it even go in, chances are, it did not.
“I’m not sure what half of what you just said meant, so I’m tempted to just believe you have mutant dna.” Or is it rude to snicker as she gives that reply and then roll her eyes a little before she’s folding her arms and leaning against the glass of the booth, “But seriously, you want to start a conversation and this is how you go with it? Do you ever get anywhere like this?” Truly, Mina isn’t an expert at socializing–well she is when she’s interested and it shows, but seriously. This guy is lacking if this is how he manages to start any conversations at all. Not that she thinks everyone is able to not be awkward around strangers–she’s heard some of her customer’s stories and some of them are just downright frightening, but there has got to be a limit.
Once he gets going it's kind of difficult for him to turn it off. He knows that he's talking too much and telling her entirely too much and somewhere in the back of his mind he's well aware he needs to stop talking but he can't seem to find a good stopping point. When he finally does slow it's out of sheer embarrassment. If he knew the proper meaning of being ashamed he might apologize, he might scoot away from her and engross himself in the last few minutes of his phone before it dies. He might awkwardly look away, scratch at the back of his neck and pretend like none of this ever happened.
He doesn't do any of that. He removes the bloody gauze from around his hand and holds it out to her so she can get a good look. It's a lot less impressive than it was a few hours earlier when he had blood running down his hand and onto the floor like he just killed someone. It's shriveled into a tiny dried line of blood across his palm and he can't help but stare at it a little disappointed.
"Well that sucks. I swear it looked better than this." He flexes his palm a little in an effort to maybe get back to the volcanic like eruption of blood he experienced earlier but if anything it's just causing him more pain and he forces himself to stop. Dropping his hand into his lap. That didn't go the way he planned but there's still a chance to salvage this whole thing.
"It'd be really cool if I had mutant dna now that I think about it. I'd be able to heal myself. But since this thing hasn't magically healed over and still hurts like hell I'm thinking I'm still as pathetic as ever." There's a pause as he let's his self deprecation sink in for a minute. At her question he's forced to stop and actively think about where his method of socializing gets him. He's got four best friends. No girlfriend though. He weighs the pros and cons of each and frowns a little. It doesn't get him much of anywhere he realizes. But he's not going to tell her that.
"Of course! I mean look at us, we're practically friends now. I'm Jackson by the way. Which pretty much just sealed the deal. Unless you're not into making friends then by all means don't let me bother you and force this whole thing on you. I'd hate for you to feel obligated out of pity. It'd kind of depress me....too late. Already sad."
Alas, the other had finally began to speak. It seemed slow at first, although it was not out of the ordinary for her. In fact, the autograph session had people like him; they found it difficult to speak to any of the group members. Yet, Jiyoon would always find it odd that someone could be so hesitant on speaking to an idol. They weren’t that different. At least, it was an impression the female had created for herself. She had years to observe them, finding similarities to them and the general population. The major difference would be the social status with the large, financial income. That alone would create a large division between the two, but they would always share the same fears and goals in life.
Her attention was immediately pulled to the action, watching as he turned the cup. Noticing the name embedded on the material, Jiyoon finally recalled who he was. Yes, he was that person back in the cafe.
“If I had the power, I would.” She added to his comment, briefly looking over the scrub he had on. “They’d probably start you off by running errands. They like their coffee.” With a careful shake of her head, she laughed.
No longer focused on his clothing, Jiyoon looked back up. Focused on listening, her brows knitted a bit, waiting for the other to reveal his reason. It soon became obvious at the sudden patting. An autograph, or maybe he was looking for his cell phone for a picture. Either way, she had understood the action. By now, she was used to it.
“No, I haven’t.” She answered, now picking up her purse and resting it on her lap. Lowering her gaze, Jiyoon unzipped the first pocket to take out a pen. She wanted to laugh at his statement. He was so forward. Yet, she wouldn’t admit that could be true. The way he carried himself and spoke with confidence had left an impression.
“What will I get out of this, by the way?” Finding the pen, she looked back up, a brow raised. “I can always charge you one letter at a time for a signature.” Of course, she was kidding. Jiyoon finally grinned, soon holding out her hand for the cup.
Jackson takes another obligatory sip of his tea as he waits for her to catch up. His initial nervousness has given way to his normal personality, that moment of hesistancy replaced by a goofy grin and a hint of expectancy. He was being sarcastic though it's hard to tell with all the confidence in his voice. He was one hundred percent sure that she got this all the time. Guys saddling up to her for an autograph, fans invading her space period. He feels a little guilty at being a stereotype but it's lessened by him having the best of intentions.
"Yeah? I wouldn't mind getting coffee all day. I make a mean cup. I know the perfect amount of sugar to put in any batch based off looks alone." In other words he'd sweeten it enough to rot teeth. In his mind everyone needed an abundance of sugar. "If you ever wanted to be the benevolent queen that I know you are I wouldn't mind you putting in a good word. If you wanted I mean."
He doubts that happens, he's not expecting it, just something to keep their conversation going. Wait until he told Isabella that he met her. He was sure she'd do that high pitched scream he hated so much. He was sure he'd have to go through every last detail of this conversation and he'd already forgotten why he was there until she reveals the pen and starts to speak again.
"That's a good question. I could treat you to a cup of tea. Or coffee. I could wash your car, or maybe you can go lay down in the street and I'll swoop in and save you and then you'll owe me your life but I'll settle for an autograph." He grins not entirely sure if she was serious but he was living way below the poverty line at this rate. He was pretty sure he wouldn't be able to pay her anything she wanted.
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[ text ➤ jack ]: mine are about to die [ text ➤ jack ]: no kidding
[ text → parallel parker ] no more all nighters [ text → parallel parker ] you can’t handle it [ text → parallel parker ] and by you i mean me
--- anrchic
Looking up from her cell phone, Jiyoon was taken back at his introduction. Or at least, lack thereof. Momentarily, her brows furrowed together, wondering if they had gotten the wrong person. That could be the reason, but it didn’t settle right with her. Puzzled, she soon placed the phone back into her purse that sat next to her on the bench.
“Are you from the company? Did they need me back for something?” Jiyoon tried to offer assistance by adding in her own assumption. It probably didn’t help by interrupting.
Deciding to hear what they wanted, she finally focused on their appearance. They did seem familiar to her, but she couldn’t pinpoint how or where she’d seen him. Ah, perhaps they were the person she had spoken to briefly at a cafe earlier that day. It was before the fan signing that Jiyoon needed to run to, and their conversation had been cut short when a bodyguard had interrupted in a rude manner. She left right after the incident with her group member, both heading to the small stage close-by.
Or was that someone else?
He'd seen her earlier -- unattainable and unapproachable at least by his own standards. It was a wonder they even exchanged words. It wasn't like he hadn't met someone famous before. The country was small enough to run into a celebrity here and there. They were always filming for some variety show, some drama, some music video. He'd staked out a scene or two trying to break his dry streak of non paying acting gigs. It was hard to build up a portfolio with no budget. The starving artist gig was a singular struggle. Everyone just trying to make it and get money where they could. Himself included. The tea in his hand was a luxury.
Coming across her was even better. He'd meant to say something earlier. Confirmed by a stuttered sentence in her general direction. Figured one of his sisters would love him if he could snag an autograph. But their conversation had been cut short by the hustle and bustle of her seemingly busy life. He watched another opportunity walk out the door and tried to remind himself that he couldn't go begging for handouts. Even if he just wanted someone to take a chance on him.
"Ah, earlier. The cafe..." He trails off, spins the cup around in his hand to show her the name. They'd both been there. He was forgettable but the shock of her hair made it difficult for him to keep walking past, knowing who it was. "Not from the company. Unless you're offering me a job in which case I accept. I'd take anything over this." He waves a hand up and down the length of his torso, just in case she hadn't gotten a good look at his dirtied scrubs earlier.
"So like I was saying um -- " He's patting himself down. Looking for something, anything for her to sign so he can pawn it off to his younger siblings. "How do you feel about tea cups? Probably never signed one of these huh? Which in that case I’m making history in your life right now and you’ll never forget me."
-- fmmes
It's one of those just got off work, sitting outside the hospital eating a cold cup of noodles waiting for the bus type of situations. But he still has a smile on his face like someone's just dropped a stack into his lap. His day could've been better but it's like that on occasion. Sometimes things just don't go his way. Like now. The bus is running late. Twenty minutes behind. His phone is on 14% so it's not an option. His left earphone went dead and he's just desperate enough to keep the right one in because he can't afford another pair right now. The cheap ones kill the sound so it's not an idea he's going to entertain. He makes do.
He should be exhausted, a little frustrated, maybe even angry but he's chilling mostly in deep thought about what to say to the girl next to him. They've been enjoying an awkward silence, and awkward glances. The kind where he's looking away just as she looks up, or she's suddenly taken an interest in her shoes when he gets bored watching cars roll past.
He chews on his bottom lip, sniffs a little. His leg starts bouncing up and down. Where's his wit? Sparkling personality? Sapped out of him mostly by crying kids and angry parents. He's given all of himself over to patients it seems. But it wouldn't be him, if he didn't say something.
"So I got stabbed through the hand today with a butterfly iv, want to see?" He doesn't wait for an answer. He's already unwrapping the bandage to show her. "I mean I took it like a champ, despite what anyone else might say. There was a lot of blood. And then I sniffed it, and things kind of just turned into my fantasy land after that. Like one minute a nurse was checking me out and the next like a giant cloud was talking to me and I was sitting on a rainbow and there was an unlimited supply of candy. She said I fainted but I don’t remember it like that. I was just in my happy place. There was a dog walking on it’s hind legs there. He chilled with me for a bit. Gave me some good life advice. Told me to avoid cats. And the cloud like every time he opened his mouth it drizzled little drops of soda and I don’t know I felt pretty right there. So all in all it wasn't a bad experience. Now I’ve got this cool scar. I said I was going to tell people I got infused with like mutant dna or something but I just told you the truth so...” He’s talking too much again.
I Saw The Devil (2010) dir. Kim Jee-woon
I haven’t forgotten about you kids here. I’ve just been going through a thing. I’m cool now. I’ll do replies next week probably.
I'm just gonna drop all my threads since I disappeared for a month and start over because I'm a trash human being. I'll do a starter call later. Reblog some memes. The whole nine.
Jackson wonders if he'll ever know the meaning of calm. Jie Jie is burrowed beneath his comforter, even as he tries to sleep -- Alex makes his way up onto the bed, staring at his brother just enough to make Jackson pull the pillow off his head and stare at him with a brisk, 'what do you want'. Alex doesn't want anything. He never does. He dissolves into a fit of giggles and suddenly it's a dog pile in his bed with three younger siblings and he questions why he's not an only child.
He's been saving for this concert at least half the year. Doing odd jobs here and there after school to make a little money just so they can get by. Most of it goes to Izzy because she needs new glasses bad. Some to Wen for his asthma. Xia is dealing with her first major social circle crisis. So he gives her what he can and when. Just so the word poor doesn't hang over her head like a plague. Jackson hasn't seen his father in eight months. On tour again. Forgets about his family whenever he's on the road. Too busy with his second set of kids. Maybe his third. His mother tries to pretend like she has no idea what he's talking about whenever he broaches the subject. But Jackson knows. He just wishes he didn't. He shouldn't be surprised when he's told he can't go. Doesn't matter that he's already bought the tickets. Chao Dao has a study group. His mother has to work. Someone has to cook something for his brothers and sisters. His mother promises she'll make it up to him. Jackson doesn't really care that she never does.
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It's taboo to have a family as big as theirs. So many mouths to feed. Too noisy. What's the point? Someone questions him at one point. He just shrugs. He didn't ask to be here. Jackson has been in hand me downs since he was six months old. He's never had his own room before. He's never had his own anything really. They do okay for a few months whenever his father returns. Lavished with brand new gifts and big smiles. This year it's bicycles. Scooters for the younger ones. Jackson stares at his with little interest. He should be excited but he really just wants to take a nap. Sneaking off isn't allowed. Someone has to stay outside and make sure Xia doesn't fall, and Tyler and Wen don't fight. Isabella's too small to ride on her own. Chao has already disappeared around the corner because he hates being there more than any of them. But it's easier now. A little money. Toys. New clothes. It's always good when he comes home. Until it's not.
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They fight about everything. It would bother him if he didn't know that they loved each other. Or used to. There are eight of them. How could they not? But Jackson remembers big fights when he was younger. When he thought they'd get a divorce and Jackson would be free to live away from his siblings but then someone was always being born and his father would always come home. Even after all the door slams. Even after his mother took her wedding ring off for the fourth or sixteenth time. Jackson doesn't realize until he's older that they're pawns. Maybe not Chao -- never Chao. But the rest of them? Careful tactics. Strategies in war. She keeps him close with every birth. He couldn't afford to leave. He tries not to think too much about it. Maybe if his father were a little more faithful, his mother a little less forgiving, they wouldn't be here.
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He's not sure when he starts to lose it. He hasn't seen his friends in almost two months outside of school. It's helping with homework, don't forget to take Ty to practice, Xia needs her hair washed, Izzy has a temperature, Alex wants a snack, Jie Jie's allergies are bad again and Wen needs a bath it's been three days. It's I need your help Jackson. I can't do this alone. A teacher suggest he talk to somebody. Jackson just wishes he'd cease to exist. Wonders what's the point in living if his life isn't even his own. It's when Xia breaks his camera that he loses himself. They can't afford another one and he's lost the only thing that brings him any joy these days. It's rare that he snaps, but it''s Chao that has to subdue him. Arms hemmed up behind his back as glass crunches beneath his feet and blood runs down his face. He hated it here. He hated them.
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He wonders what it's like to be calm. With the anger brewing in him the way it does. He thinks he might not ever know. Chao tells him he has to let it out, but he isn't sure how. Doesn't know what to do when he's not smiling. He never feels like himself. Isabella sneaks in first. Scared to sleep without her night light but even more scared of where her brother is. She doesn't know him like this. She doesn't want to. He let's her in the bed. Makes her stop sucking her thumb. Tells her funny stories that don't help get her to sleep any quicker but they make her smile. Grin toothy and wide. Alex comes next. Just wanting to see if he was going to run away. 'Mom and dad said you would.' He's never looked that small. Never looked that worried. He lets him in too. Jackson makes room on the bed when Wen climbs across his legs. Too rattled to sleep. Ty is rubbing at his eyes five minutes later because he can't sleep without Wen's snores. Jie Jie is scared that Izzy isn't in their room. She stumbles in frantic and pouts that they always have sleepovers without her. Ty reminds her gently that she still pees the bed, and she sneaks under Jackson's arm with an embarrassed whine. Xia comes last. She's been crying. Puffy swollen eyes, and snot collecting around her nostrils. She wails that she's sorry. She didn't mean to break it. She doesn't want him to go to jail for wrecking the house. She'll get a job if she has to. He rolls his eyes. Welcomes her into the bed too. Swears that he can't ever stay mad at her. He's just working through something. She's still his favorite he promises, with multiple protest from Wen and Jie Jie about how he tells them the same thing.
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He can't ever sleep when they're all piled around him. Too many elbows in his stomach, feet on his face, and Jie Jie might just wet the bed as proclaimed by the twins. But his heart isn't beating so fast in his chest. His anger has subsided. Maybe this isn't so bad. Maybe he's just tired. Thinks it wouldn't hurt to talk to someone about growing up too fast. The adrenaline that pumps through his blood stills just enough for him to see the world like everyone else. He's not on fast forward when Alex is curled into his side. He can think a little more clearly when Ty and Wen spread out at his feet. Izzy sucks her thumb in her sleep and holds tightly onto his ear. Xia tucks herself into his knees. Jie Jie presses her toes into his thighs and he feels a little safer. And sometimes if they're lucky Chao is there too. Spread wild, wrist smacking Jackson in the face when he shifts. They co exist in a strange way. Even though there's one too many or never enough. He thinks about all the work he's put into helping them grow. How could he ever leave that? He isn't sure what it means to be calm. What people do with only one brother, or two sisters, or none at all. But the thought of serenity scares him. Where would they be without each other?
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I don’t need a significant other just a significant income
His next words sounded a little more blurred— what was he he saying? Something about the actor? Whatever it was, she just continued doing what she was doing.. which at this point, Andy was extremely unsure. Looking at her hand, her shoulders shrugged lazily. At least, I’m not dead. It was twisted logic, but when your brain felt this cloudy, it seemed just about right. She slung her bag over her shoulder, but suddenly spun on her heels at his sudden suggestion (and almost tilted over afterward). “You can come, but you pay for your own ice cuh-ream. I don’t fee like taking care of you.” Ha.
She breathed out through her nose, her bottom lip jutting out into a dramatic pout. “I make enough sense, ‘scuseeee you, Dr. Stranger. It’s that nobody listens well.” The last part was muttered under her breath before she abruptly began walking forward again; arms swinging rather violently. “Stranger… What’s your n- …nay—- name anyway? I don’t even know you.” The inquiry was followed by a small hiccup whilst she began eyeing very intensely, it was safe to that she was curious. A trait of her hers that didn’t change even while she was drunk and completely out of it.
Jackson is ecstatic to be invited along on -- whatever this is. His benevolence is showing for once but he's not sure how long that's going to last. If she throws up on his Unlimited's they might have to fight. Would he leave her to die over a pair of shoes? He's not entirely sure. Which isn't a good thing. He's already feeling guilty about it, but there's a solution for that. He thinks it's best to keep a considerable distance. Enough so that if she stumbles his reflexes will come into play -- but should that alcohol give away to some intense feelings of nausea she's free to splatter at her feet without his joining in too. "Right. Okay. I've got ice cream money I think." That might've been bus money but he could walk home. Or maybe do that thing where he leaves JB at least fourteen voice mails about possibly being murdered and forces him to come scoop him. Can't play that card too many times though. He's going to wing it.
She has to be plastered. Jackson is only twenty-one and sometimes he looks younger than that. He certainly acts younger than that a good portion of the time. But she's still running with the doctor thing. Either too drunk to care or to notice. He thinks it might be both. "Jackson." He tosses out to her before she can stumble over anymore words. "I'm just going to affectionately call you drunk off your ass. Unless you want to give me a name to work with?"
{ ` he’s snorting at the weak retort because he honestly doesn’t care. insults about his family never get him too much because it’s usually him making them. instead he just claps a hand onto the other’s shoulder, to wag a finger in his direction. } Don’t go hitting on my mom, though, that’s kinda weird, man. Love her a little less. { ` the grin’s wiped off his face as a whine slips past his lips. } I don’t creep on your while you sleep! You’re just loud, okay? { ` with a roll of his eyes, he’s looking down at his legs. not because he’s self-conscious of his body image, but because he thinks his legs are absolutely beautiful, just like the rest of him. jackson has to be lying. } Hey hey, don’t touch the merchandise. My legs are great, and you know it. At least they can do all that twisty shit that you’re clearly incapable of. Stop skipping leg day. { ` he’s moving away in fear of being hit again, hands on his hips now. } Now try it again and don’t die this time.
( ` jackson shrugs off his arm and rubs the curve of his back where he's sure he's going to have a nasty bruise come morning. he was going to force jinyoung to take pictures of it no doubt ) But she's so into me. I mean I could've been your stepfather if I wanted. But you know me. Not trying to break up a happy home. A true believer in love and all that. ( ` he breaks into a grin and takes a step back just in case he gets swung on for that comment ) Loud? ( ` an eyebrow is up, and the shit eating grin on his face just means trouble ) Listen what I do in my room, and what you hear are private adult things. If you're confused about how it works, then Google it. ( ` jinyoung has to know that Jackson is making this up, because he has absolutely no experience in anything other than the occasional make out session ) Your legs only do that because the rest of you is stupid. Has to be good for something. ( ` he takes off in a run, and he's off the wall but he's given up on doing cool twist. he just back flips off of it effortlessly. he knows he won't break anything doing that )
There’s a slight scoff audible when Link hears Jackson’s words and he underlines his response with a shake of his head.
“You’ll see what you get, Wang.”
The tone of his voice was still playful, his mind set on a friendly match so he wouldn’t get too into it, something that happened and mostly leaded to chaos. Once the game gave off a beep for a start Link bends down to grab the ball, his eyes narrowing at the basket before throwing the orange item, just barely getting it in.
Jackson is so good at this. Ball after ball is netting him points. He's on twenty-one right now which is a pretty solid score. He missed a basket earlier but only because he was nosy enough to peer at how Link was doing.
"You managing to keep up?"
He's talking so much shit. That's usually what gets him in trouble, but he's too into himself at the moment to care. An imaginary crowd is cheering in his head as he scores another three baskets. How was he not a professional at this? He was so great. The best thing coming out of Korea right now. Triple threat honestly. If anyone asked. He could play his games, record them, and kind of fix up his injuries. Not the serious ones. But the smaller ones he could. All his life lessons apparently were preparing him to be a professional basketball player. Who knew?
[ ☑ ☒ — although that sounds like an amazing idea, mark is too camera shy to star in any of jackson’s future fantastical productions ( and he means that in the most honest way— because he has complete and utter faith in jackson’s mind, and in the vision that he has, but you’ll never hear mark say that out loud…the dude’s ego is large enough. he’ll save the truth for a rainy day— ). and though he is about to fall asleep, he uses his and jackson’s combined strength to haul himself off the bed. ] ” nah, i promised you food, and you’ve been working all day. ” [ ` mark’s got this whole overworked college student vibe going on, very normal kind of thing, probably thousands of others just like him, but jackson— he’s got a lot on his plate despite his carefree demeanor, and mark can only do so much. ] ” put your jacket back on, the walk to the dining hall is a few minutes. ” [ ` — but guest swipe him into the dining hall? yeah, that mark can do. ] ” …the johnny depp to your tim burton, huh? those are some pretty big shoes to fill— “
( ` the mention of food has jackson up on the bed once again. with no respect for mark's things under his feet. his energy is back. like it never really left and it's amazing that he's managed to get this far without passing out. but jackson has had plenty of sleepless nights with crying twins in his parents room, and at least three other kids in the bed with him, and an array of screaming and shouting and demands to play barbie, or tea party, or basketball or whatever else. he's never had a kid a day in his life -- and his parent's might've put him off the idea completely -- but he kind of feels like a parent with the random reserves of energy he pulls out even after working all day. they just don't get enough credit. jackson has been known to tell his mother this more than once. and he likes to think he inherited whatever goddess strength she used to teach all day and keep them entertained when she returned home ) so on a scale of one to ten how many good looking people will i run into? ( ` jackson is shrugging into his jacket and patting himself down for his phone ) i am in scrubs. i don't want to disappoint my fan base by showing up looking anything less than perfect. ( ` he's fixing his hat and making faces at himself now in the camera on his phone ) and yeah i mean when i get married. i'll put you in every movie i make and force you to kiss my wife a lot on screen. and since we both know my girl will be ten levels of beautiful, that's a come up for you.
Roy let out a laugh. “Did I look hurt? It really wasn’t that. I was just really embarrassed and awkward,” he explained his reaction from earlier. Truly, he had been in a lot of awkward situations, but this one was close to taking the cake. It was a story he would tell his close friends, though, for no matter how embarrassing it was, it made for a good laugh. His eyes widened as he listened to the other, though, as he tried to imagine what kind of prank would require such large-scale planning as he described. “That sounds… epic.” He wanted to ask how exactly it was going to happen, but he didn’t want to be too insistent. Otherwise, he wanted to see it unfold in front of his own eyes but he doubted it could happen. They didn’t know each other, after all. “All that for a prank on someone? Did this someone do something to you that you felt they deserve something like this or is it just purely for kicks?”
"You did kind of look like I might've gotten to you a little. I thought it was one of those situations where awkwardness and maybe disappoinmenttttttt.....?" He breaks off, going silent for a moment as he tries to recall just what it is that he wants to say. Disappointment is not the right word and he knows that. "Um, what's a synonym for being bummed but like you're not really upset with anyone? More like you're kind of pissed at -- discouraged!" He practically screams the word, and a few heads turn in their direction. He gives a few apologetic bows of his head, making a face as he looks away.
"Whoops my bad. But you look discouraged. That's what I was trying to think of. Like, 'why did I even bother this guy' that kind of thing." He stops talking because he's slowly but surely picking up on when he's doing it just a little too much. Plus, he's too busy swimming in the compliment about his prank. "Oh trust me. It is going to be grand and check this out." He holds up his video camera. "I'm going to tape the whole thing. Put it on the internet, and embarrass him. You should give me your number so that when it goes viral and I'm on the news you can say, woah I know that guy. I thought he was talking to me once." He grins, lowering the camera back into his lap. "His entire existence is an affront to nature but nah, other than that he''s a stand up guy mostly. I just like annoying him."
