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Ren shook his head, in disbelief. She could have seriously hurt him and sheâs the one getting snippy with him? âYouâre fucking incredible. You spill hot ass Tae all over me and yet you have the nerve to stand there as if my reaction wasnât warranted.â He paused for a second and used his healing powers to heal his hands. They had previously been stinging and probably would have hurt for a while. He didnât have time for that. His hands went from a bright red to their normal color and he looked back at the girl. âWhat the hell is your problem? If you arenât going to at least offer a napkin then why the fuck are you still near me? As you can see, I have a lot of work to do, thanks to you and your grand entrance.â He grabbed his bag and pulled out his mobile printer and pulled up the papers he would now have to print all over again and mark up. âWhy the fuck are you still here?!â
This guy was hot-headed, that much was fairly obvious. Malai misjudged him completely and sheâd never been so happy about being wrong. He was cursing at her, he was insulting in ways--this was more than she couldâve asked for. Dark brown eyes looked at the empty table nearby, the napkin holder on perfect display. Lazily, she reached for the napkins, purposefully knocking them over and leaving the holder to crash onto the ground with a loud bang. Inwardly laughing, Malai turned around, her face displaying all the laziness and apathy she could muster. âOh no, the napkins are on the floor. What do I do?â she replied, her voice holding little to no emotion. âWhy does that matter? I can be here if I want to be. Youâre being awfully rude so I want an apology.â
Ren was grading papers while watching a recording of his dance class. They would be having a showcase at the end of the year and he wanted to pick a few students to do solos. Hobi was definitely one of them and not because he was his boyfriend but because his talent was unmatched by any of his other students. He was just about to Mark the last paper with a grade when scalding hot tea spilled all over his hands and the papers that heâd just finished grading. Ren, not a man to use foul language, was livid. âAre you fucking kidding me?!â He yelled as he stood up. âYou canât do anything! Youâve ruined these papers and burned the shit out of my hands!â This was a rare side of Ren that almost never came out. âYou could at least get me some napkins.â He snapped at the woman who really didnât seem all too sorry about the situation. Now, heâd have to print out all new copies and mark them up all over again. The grades were logged into his computer but the corrections were done by hand and due to be returned tomorrow. He liked to keep a strict schedule and this just threw him off.
For a moment Malai stood there, eyes staring directly at the man as he yelled at her. Through all her observation of him from across the coffee shop, she never considered this reaction. He was obviously a professor and he seemed quiet enough. But instead of feeling sorry or even panicked, Malai could feel herself begin to goad the man further. She would take a different approach here. âWow, what a reaction,â she stated, her eyes focused on the older man. âI was thinking about helping you and apologizing, but since I canât do anything right, I suppose I should do nothing.â Her stance was challenging, her voice only laced with ease in contrast. Malai noted there was still plenty of tea still in her cup. She would save that in case this situation got unruly. No need to spill more and make him more upset unnecessarily.Â
otdxkei :
Kei looked directly at her, a clear lack of sympathy for her plea registered on his face. âWhy are you the one crying? Iâm the one whose skin was nearly melted off because you canât seem to look where youâre going.â An exaggeration of course since his arm mostly stung and had turned a little red from irritation- no doubt his dramatic response was a direct result from being around Jiyeon too much. âDonât touch me! It hurts.â he mumbled, moving his arm away from the girl whoâs attempt to make things better only made things worse. âYeah because smelling like peach blossom makes up for the pain.â He muttered, rolled his eyes as the girl.Â
Inside she was dying of laughter. His reaction was keeping her entertained as this situation evolved. But outwardly, Malai was letting her hard work for crying on demand pay off as the tears trickled down her cheeks. âStop it! I feel awful as it is,â she said with a contrived stutter of breath. Did it hurt? She doubted it. It was just hot, something he could easily overcome in a few minutes. Malai could show him pain though, if he truly wanted something to be angry about. Grabbing more napkins, she held them out to him. âI was just trying to help you, you can stop yelling at me,â she said, tears now freely falling on their own without her effort, an edge to her voice.
( open )
rocky: And my other half just means nothing?
KNG: It meant the half the part of what we agreed on. Get the other 5k or I'll send everything to your boss, along with your name, Mr. Kim.
rocky: Fair enough. Listen, I'll get the other two hundred I owe you tonight. We should meet though. I'm uncomfortable doing this without seeing a face.
otdxkei :
Thursdayâs were Keiâs study daysâŠor at least thatâs what they were supposed to be reserved for but instead he spent them procrastinating at the cafe, watching Netflix and avoiding his responsibilities. Heâd been too busy focusing on watching the second season of Stranger Things when suddenly he heard a loud crash beside him and then he felt a burning sensation on his arm. âFuck!â he shouted, jumping up from his seat and shaking any excess water off his arm. Her apologies were useless to him. He was still in pain and her voice was only irritating him even more. âYouâre done enough.â he muttered, grabbing some napkins off the table and using them to pat down his arm but it stung with every touch.Â
The guy was upset. It was enough to make her inwardly grin. But to the outside, she was beginning to tear up, her eyes frantically roving over the beautiful mess beneath her. She wondered just how bad the hot tea burned against his arm. âIâm so sorry,â she repeated, giving a 90-degree bow, two more in quick succession. âI didnât see the chair leg and I tripped,â she said, setting her now empty cup on an empty nearby table and grabbing more napkins to pat down his drenched arm. âOn the upside,â she sniffled, making her voice quiver, âyouâll smell like peach blossom tea until you shower later.â
( open )
mssg: Got the info you wanted. Send the other half and I'll send you the info about your boss.
rocky: What if I told you I'm short about a couple hundred on my other half??
mssg: Not my problem. You've got ten hours or i'm telling your boss someone wants to see him fall.
rocky: And my other half just means nothing?
( open )
mssg: Got the info you wanted. Send the other half and I'll send you the info about your boss.
rocky: What if I told you I'm short about a couple hundred on my other half??
Thursdays were boring. They always were. It was like an obnoxiously big and burdensome roadblock to the weekend. And like most Thursdays, Malai was looking for any form of entertainment. As she stood, waiting for her hot tea, in the popular Yeoshin cafe, Cafe Centaurius. She didnât get the appeal, but that didnât really matter. Anyone in Yeoshin could be found here, and this made for interesting people watching material and even better, it made for nearly perfect lab conditions. Dark brown eyes settled on the poor soul she would use to lift herself out of boredom. After receiving her hot tea, she briskly weaved her way through the tables, placing an empty apology to the few people she bumped along the way. And when the timing was perfect, she tripped herself, spilling her piping hot tea onto a table and by-proxy, the stranger.
âShit, I am so--â she acted out her surprise and how apologetic she was. âSorry! What do I do?â
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Lisa killing us đŻ
Hey there! Itâs Lizzie, cominâ at you with her second character, Malai a.k.a. Rocky. She really only answers to Rocky. She is a descendant of Thanatos, the Greek god of peaceful death. The thing is: Rocky isnât even remotely peaceful and sheâs a handful. I cannot control her, sheâs wild, but sheâs NOT BORING! Read more about her under the cut!