Down the Rabbit Hole

Age:23||Demi-god||Father: Sun Wu-Kong||Occupation: Bartender at Hazy Dayz, Hookah Lounge||S/O: Pansexual||R/S:Single *closed RP account* *I don't own the images*

[inhomp-blog]

Maybes...| Inho + Jaewon

[mp-jaewon]

mpinho:

Inho smiled a little. “I mean the cat would be a cute addition.” He hummed a little, “But what kind of cat would it be?” He smiled a little thinking about the idea of actually getting this tattoo. He just loved talking to Jaewon about his tattoo ideas and like that the other didn’t just judge him for keeping suggesting a fox tattoo but never actually getting it.

Inho laughed a little. “You really love them?” A blush crept across his face. He had never expected someone to love his ears. His mother had always hated his ears and told him to make sure he kept them hidden his whole life. He smiled at the other, “You can, you know.” He had never really given anyone permission to touch his ears before.

“You can touch my ears, if you want to.” Inho said quietly. He was a little nervous for the other to touch his ears. He wanted him to, he knew the other probably wouldn’t know that he was the only person to be allowed to touch his ears, other than his dad.

Jaewon’s eyes brighten up as the other genuinely seems interested in what he is saying. “Oh well I um. Give me a second.” Standing up he goes to the front desk grabbing the magazine he was reading a pen and a blank piece of paper. Heading back he takes a seat and begins to sketch out a small sleeping cat, no distinct features or realistic quality just a sleeping cat. Handing the piece of paper to Inho he rubs the back of his own neck a bit nervously, “I mean I am not sure if you are looking for realism, but a sleeping cat the feet of the fox seems like something cute or I mean,” Clearing his throat he shakes his head and puts the things he borrowed back where he had found them.

After taking a breather Jaewon comes back to Inho with a smile on his face. Taking a seat his eyes widen at the other’s words, “Wait seriously? I can touch them?” The reality sort of sets in that he can touch Inho’s ears. He never thought that Inho would trust him enough to let him touch something so intimate.

Reaching over tentatively he watches Inho for a second before a tender smile graces his features as the furry triangles are between his fingers. Rubbing them a couple of times he can feel his heart speed up and slow down all at the same time. It beats heavily as he looks down and his eyes connect with Inho’s. What would you do if I kissed you?

[mpivan-blog]

Drinks on the House|Jaewon

[mp-jaewon]

mpivan:

Gone was the pleasant chatter of alcoholic beverages. Ivans mind was already going rampant with everything Jaewon was even capable of. Let alone the headliners that would probably take the spot light in the next few issues of the newspaper. Pinching the bridge of his nose a moment, he can feel the butterfly tattoo on his neck start to flutter, the only indication that he’s vaguely amused by what the event had in store. “Why am I not all that surprised? It literally is a part of your nature”.

glancing around he leans in a little closer, motioning for Jaewon to come a little closer to him. Letting a bit of the cold steely edge he’s known for bleed into his words he makes the youngers tattoo move across his skin, like a cat about to fight or flee, “I appreciate the warning I do. I won’t be eating at the event now thanks to you. Though I would a appreciate more substantial warning or a small list of what I should be avoiding. I won’t be leaving here with my suit turned purple because I walked under a door rigged with a bucket. I know full well it was you and at least one accomplice. This venue is too big for you to pull anything major off on your own”.

Chuckling nervously he finishes the rest of his drink before setting it down and moving closer to Ivan. Jaewon seriously hoped that this was not the way he was going to die. Frankly, he was a bit fond of his life and to be killed by Ivan just seemed a bit ironic to him. Why ironic? He was not even sure.

Rubbing where he can feel his tattoo moving he smiles at Ivan before clearing his throat, “Well you see. It was not easy to do and thus far there is nothing like paint going around that will leave you purple by the end of the night. I honestly would just avoid any and all food tables, Particularly the main ones by the edges with the towering cupcakes. Punches are also not something I would be drinking. They were a little too sweet for my taste, so it had to be changed.”

Leaning back against the bar he orders another drink and takes a sip glancing at Ivan through his peripheral vision, “Are you going to yell off with his head, now?

[mp-jaewon]

Delivery for Ivan-bro

[mp-jaewon]

mpivan: 

Ivan was sure he felt it. The phenomenon that eluded him as a god of Tattoos but he was sure he felt it along with the faint crackle in the air, magic. Felt it as sure as he had the cobra tattoo on his wrist and hand spring to life and coil itself tighter on his skin, a muted hiss leaving it. Forcing the inked creation to pipe down the god can’t help but still himself, calming his nerves and starting to assess the situation that was already far from normal. Something was definitely wrong with Jaewon.

Keeping his eyes pinned on the other Ivan’s quick to notice Jaewons’ eyes avoiding him, carefully making his way back down to his seat. “You might say I’m the best Jaewon but I can’t help but think your mind was somewhere else. More specifically thinking about someone else”.

Tapas? Goodbye train of thought and logical thinking. Flicking his eyes towards their food, nothing seemed to click together, his appetite suddenly having left him, much like Jaewon’s upset mood. the good food suddenly leaving his mouth dry and fingers absently tapping against the leather of his seat. “Jaewon. Tapas can wait. I meant what I said. I won’t pry but I won’t ignore what just happened.I don’t believe I can. I’ve known you for a while and I’ve never seen you that agitated or remotely upset. You can talk to me. As little or as much as you’d like, but I’d appreciate it if you talked to me. The queen of hearts isn’t going to burst through the door screaming off with your head”.

Keeping his eyes fixated on the tapas in front of him, Jaewon ignores Ivan’s words. He was not ignoring him to be rude, more of the fact that he did not know what the other was talking about. Taking a bite of his food he grabs his horchata and glances up at Ivan with an eyebrow raised, “I was thinking about how good this food is. Nothing else.” Taking another long sip of his horchata he watches Ivan with curious eyes.

The Queen of Heart, what a curious thing to talk about. The Queen of Hearts was someone that did not deal with difficulties just with her words “off with his head” and that would be the end of it. She was such a curious character even with her tiny husband by her side.

“Did you know that although the Queen of Hearts sends many people off to execution. The King of Heart pardons them when she is not looking. The Gryphon tells Alice that it is all her fancy, but she does not execute anyone. Such a curious thing don’t you think? Sent to execution, but with no real executions being made.” Chuckling to himself, Jaewon takes another bite of his food and gestures to Ivan’s, “You should eat your food before it gets cold.”

[mp-jaewon]

Sucker Punch || Kibum

[mp-jaewon]

mpxkibum:

“I appreciate your punctuality in this case,” he grinned as he moved the way to the snack table with a smile. There was small finger foods, bowls of punch for what he assumed was the members of the city who didn’t enjoy drinking that much. Unluckily for them, Kibum wasn’t going to let them go without a little fun.

Taking the bag with a smile, he rolled his eyes playfully at the other’s antics. “Eat as much as you want now because you won’t be able to in a moment,” he mumbled as he glanced around before beginning with the various dips, working to squeeze some of the juice into them as undetected as he could.  

Chuckling he watches the master mind at work as he stuffs another cookie in his mouth. Placing a hand on the other's shoulder he works his magic to disillusion what his partner in crime is doing. Things would not be fun if they would get caught now.

A tingle runs up his arm as the magic works out of his body and into Kibum’s. Jaewon could not deny that sometimes working his magic into someone else was difficult, but it needed to be done for the cause, the cause being their prank.

Stuffing a couple more cookies in his mouth, Jaewon grabs the chili pepper flakes and begins to sprinkle some on the various cupcakes and cookies around him.

[inhomp-blog]

Maybes...| Inho + Jaewon

[mp-jaewon]

inhomp:

Inho wasn’t really sure if the other loved talking to him as much as he loved talking to Jaewon. He just felt at home when they were talking, like it was just easy. He was just Inho and that was as easy as breathing. Jaewon could guarantee to put a smile on Inho’s face even when his dysphoria made him just want to curl up and die, but he could never tell Jaewon that, that would involve telling him about Insoo, and he wasn’t ready to lose this yet.

Inho laughed a little. “You don’t have to say that just to make me feel better.” He said playfully. He imagined the other was sick of hearing about the arctic fox he wanted on his hip. He probably thought the other thought that a demi-God who had fox ears wanted foxes tattooed on his body. “Well at least you haven’t been alone here too long.” He smiled brightly. “I just finished my shift.”

Inho smiled watching the others reaction to his silver ears. His hair was currently blue and he hoped that it helped them blend in a little bit. “You really like them?” He asked, he’d been really nervous that the other wouldn’t like them. “At least my hair kind of blends them a little. When my hair is natural they really stood out.”

Smiling gently Jaewon smiles as he gets closer to Iho, “I enjoy our talks. I stand by in thinking that a cat wrapped around the fox that would be best. There is something about that image that makes sense to me. Does it not make sense to you?” Jaewon was not even sure what he was blabbing about anymore. It just seems that any time he is around Inho all his sanity, not that he has a lot,  leaves the building.

Jaewon cannot help but wonder just what he will be able to accomplish and say when all is said and done. Sometimes he thinks he has the courage to just ask Inho out on a date, but once more he is lost in the others ears or this time in his cute ears.

Chuckling he shakes his head, “Honestly I would like them if they stood out all the way. They look really nice Inho. I love them.” Gesturing towards them he smiles, “I honestly think that if they were any more out for display I would have an any stronger urge to touch them.” There he goes again speaking before he thinks.

[amaterasuxmp]

| Mount Phoenix moodboards + Color Spectrum series pt. 2

@mp-jaewon “Lavender”

[mp-jaewon]

@amaterasuxmp you are so talented

[olliexclark]

and july || jaewon & luna

[mp-jaewon]

mpxluna:

luna’s sharp eyes finds a strand of hair on his shirt. “can you go for five minutes without getting something on your clothes?” she carefully pulls it off. the strand is short, so it must be his own hair. most of the time, the demigoddess feels like jaewon’s mom. maybe his carefree nature is what draws her to him.

initially, she found him annoying. she still does find him very annoying, but in an endearing kind of way. she loved him like a brother before she realized she was developing feelings for him. she’s been denying these feelings for months, thinking she’s just confused. she can’t just fall for anyone who happens to care about her.  

when he asks her to dance, luna is secretly overjoyed. “do you even know how to dance?” in the end, she accepts. well, she was going to say yes anyway. “fine.” he stands up from the chair. she will probably have to teach him most of the steps.  

Dramatically Jaewon places a hand on his chest with a bright smile, “I stand by it. You are the best princess. You take care me so well.” He honestly is thankful for everything she does for him, even if it means just taking a strand of hair off his suit or bringing him food.

Gasping in shock he takes her hand in his, “I will have you know that my mother taught me to dance. She said no man should exist without knowing how to dance.” Tucking her small hand in his, he leads them to the dance floor and twirls her once before pulling her into his arms with one hand on her waist and the other holding her hand. 

Smiling he pulls her close and begins to waltz with her with a genuine smile, “Thank you for coming with me today.” Looking into her eyes so that she knows he is being sincere he squeezes her side gently, “I truly mean it. I was scared to come today, but you eased my heart. Thank you.”

[inhomp-blog]

Maybes...| Inho + Jaewon

[mp-jaewon]

inhomp:

Inho shrugged a little at the response. He knew already that Ren wasn’t working today. He couldn’t remember what Ren had said he was going to do on his day off because it had been late at night when they’d had this conversation and he might have been distracted by the thought of hanging out with Jaewon without Ren suggesting that he was into Jaewon in more of a level than just friendship. Not that Inho was offended by the idea of having more than friendship with the man but Inho wasn’t sure that it was a thing that could happen between them.

He took a seat next to the man and shot him a playful smile. “Well I walked all the way here so I guess I could consider that tattoo again.” Jaewon was probably sick of hearing about a tattoo that Inho kept threatening to get. He would get it eventually, he just wasn’t exactly sure when. He didn’t want to admit that he’d come just for Jaewon but he wasn’t going to leave when he had the chance to spend time with him. “How long have you been here?” He asked softly, hand moving to fix his own hair out of his eyes.

“Oh!” He sat up a little straighter. “is this the first time you’ve seen my ears?” He for once wanted to have his hat off and he guessed part of it was because it was really hot but it was also because he trusted Jaewon and kind of wanted the other to see the real him. “My dad wants me to show them more often.” He had told Jaewon about Inari being around, and also he assumed Jaewon would have heard about the chief of police.

There was something about being next to someone that was so sweet that made Jaewon’s stomach be taken over by butterflies. Inho’s smile was one that Jaewon often times wondered if he got it tattooed on his skin would others know who that precious smile belonged to? He was not sure what it was about the other, but just by having him near made him want to reveal all of his secrets and bow at his feet.

Grinning happily as he sits beside him, Jaewon does his best to not fidget or do something overly weird, “You know I am always happy to talk tattoos with you.” Was that too much? “Not that long maybe an hour if that.” He was such a liar he had been there at least 4 hours, but Jaewon did not want to seem like he was waiting around for him or something.

At the mention of Inho’s ears, Jaewon does his best not to squeal and pull him close and tell him how cute they are and if he would just put him out of his misery already and be his. It was not the first time he was seeing that, although the one other time he had seen them it was a quick glimpse that Jaewon was not even sure he actually saw them or not. This time though they were right in front of him and the biggest smile grew on his face, “You should listen to your dad. They are beautiful.” Just like you.

[mp-jaewon]

Delivery for Ivan-bro

[mp-jaewon]

mpivan:

Giving a light glare, he lets a small laugh filter through a sigh, “As if I would let you walk out of here if you left my desk a mess in the first place”. A bit of amusement comes along with Jaewon mildly exaggerated reaction to the food, which really was some of the best he’d eaten.

Imagining the city plastered with his face everywhere he can imagine Jaewon a flurry of flyers. What picture would Jaewo even use? Why would the other even have a picture of him at all?

His surprised and odd train of thought is cut short, noticing the sudden change in Jaewons’ demeanor, Ivan can feel his mouth go dry and he knows for a fact it wasn't because of the food in his mouth. Swallowing his food as quickly as he can he almost curses the scrape of his chair across the tile floor as he pushed away from his desk. “Jaewon. I know you wouldn’t let me disappear, I would do the same.  I didn’t mean to upset you. If–”. Pausing he considers his next few words carefully, standing hesitantly and stuck between shuffling over to Jaewon or not. “If there’s something bothering you, or if you ever need anything, I’m always available Jaewon. You can trust me”.

Jaewon can feel his hands shaking, and the edges of his vision are starting to go dark. There is no reason any of this was supposed to be happening. He was here to eat food with Ivan and continue to plead for a tattoo, but here he was shaking. Taking deep breaths, he begins to ... pray? He was not the religious type, far from it actually, but here he was praying. To what? For what? He was not even sure.

He can feel the crackling of his magic in his fingertips. All the crazy things they used to do even though magic was not in his grasp and all he could wish now were that he was here. Jaewon was not one to think about him, yet here he was trying to cling to something real.

At the sound of the chair scraping, he clings to the sound, before the sound of Ivan’s voice becomes an anchor. Trying to focus on something his eyes zoom in on the hourglass tattooed on Ivan’s neck, “Oh my ears and whiskers, how late it’s getting.” Closing his eyes tightly he counts to three before his eyes open once more and there is color once more and a jovial smile on his face, “Your the best, but tapas.” Taking a seat he takes a sip of horchata as if nothing just happened.

[mpivan-blog]

Drinks on the House|Jaewon

[mp-jaewon]

mpivan:

Watching Jaewon drink his champagne with bravado he finished his own with a tiny shrug, “It depends on the god honestly. It’s all in the attitude and you seem to have in”. Giving the other a flat look he decides not to get into his age, before vaguely signaling to the bartender, “Hm, would I’d be a mistake to order two more then? If you don’t like it, you can always wash it down with something else, I doubt you’d want me to drink it and hurt your ego”.

Blinking at Jaewon he feels like he’s missed something, they had been talking about suits and now they were talking about eating? Fixing the younger with a curious look he starts to square his shoulders, mind vaguely putting together what Jaewon might be talking about, “What are you talking about Jaewon? I thought we were talking about suits? Unless you're playing an odd joke on me to try and get me to think I’m drunk after only a few drinks, I don't follow what you’re trying to get at”.

Chuckling Jaewon grins at Ivan, “I get it from my good lucks. That is why you think that of me. It is nice to know that you think so highly of me that I can out drink a god.” Nodding in agreement he hums, “I am sure I will like it, either way, so please go ahead and order two. You take one, and I will take one, and it shall be great!”

Rubbing the back of his neck nervously he clears his throat, “We were talking about suits, but you basically said I should behave myself and well yeah. Well you see what had happened was that I um I kinda did something, so I am letting you know ahead of time, so you do not end up with a surprise if you take a bite of the food.”

[mp-jaewon]

Delivery for Ivan-bro

[mp-jaewon]

mpivan:

Three years. Had it already been that long? feeling an amused tug at his lips the god tried not to look as interested in the food, peering up at Jaewon and his musings, “Has it really been three years since I last had a quiet lunch hour? I still abide by the golden rule, any mess left behind and I’ll be quick to end our small mutual understanding. I’m starting to think I’m going soft with every meal you bring me.

Offering the grateful incline of his head in thanks, Ivan keeps himself from looking too eager, painfully failing as he grabs the horchata and takes a long happy sip. Sitting back in his chair he brings the take out close, speaking in between bites as he eats, “What ever will you do when you somehow can’t find me for a day? I do hope you won’t plaster flyers all over Mount Phoenix. Whats there to miss about me? There’s a lot to miss in regards to you, like the quiet of the room”.  

Grinning brightly he begins to eat his food with a hungry moan, “Bro you know that I always clean up after we eat. My pranks not so much, but I would not leave a mess on your desk.” Sitting up straighter he takes a bite of his tapas with a happy groan, “They live up to their name every single time. I love this isle!”

Jaewon’s eyes widen at Ivan’s question, “Why would you say that? Why would you EVER say that?” Setting his food down he stands up with his arms crossed, “Ivan, how can you think I would not do that for you? I would search high and low for you! I would post flyers everywhere every day until I find you.”

His eyes suddenly fill with tears as he continues, “You are truly an amazing person and I will not let you disappear.” His bottom lip wobbles as he turns away from Ivan and tries to get his act together not understanding where the pain and tears are coming from.

[olliexclark]

and july || jaewon & luna

[mp-jaewon]

mpxluna:

luna scoffs, “the princess and the monkey, what a dynamic.” that joke is in terrible taste, and she’s not afraid to call him out for it. she had to help him because he’s absolutely helpless sometimes. “yeah, who knows what would’ve happened if i didn’t help?” even though her attitude says otherwise, his presence is welcome. in fact, she would become irritable with jealousy if she were to watch him interact with the other guests.  

the smell isn’t really appealing to her at all. it’s not the same feeling she gets when she gets a whiff of great wine. taking the glass from his hands, she drinks the mix of alcohol and soda. she slightly grimaces because she’s still not used to the taste or the feeling. alcohol already burns when it goes down the throat. why does it need acidic soda? she’s irritated, but it wouldn’t be justified to take out her anger on him. after all, she’s the one who grabbed the drink from his hands.

instead, she settles for a curt response. “it’s still terrible.” a more playful smile now rests on her face. she hands the drink back to him then downs her cocktail to get rid of the taste of the jack and coke in her mouth.

“I am hopeless without you” Pulling her closer he smiles happily before pulling away and turning her chair so that he is standing in front of her. “Honestly though I think you did a great job and I am going to show your work off.”

There were many reasons he was close with Luna and one of them was how kind she actually was behind the tough exterior. He could tell that she cared for his well being as he did for her. She was an amazing person and possibly his best friend. Jaewon would do anything for Luna.

With a wink, he takes the cup from her hands and downs the last of his drink with a smile. Setting his drink down beside her empty cup he takes her hand and bows with a bright smile, “Will you do me the greatest honor and dance with me?”

[mpivan-blog]

Drinks on the House|Jaewon

[mp-jaewon]

mpivan: 

Mild impression somehow manages to take a hold of Ivans’ face, “Two glasses of champagne in less than it takes to walk across the venue? Impressive. I wonder if you could hold your own drinking up against a god”. eyes crinkling at their corners, the god can’t keep the faint laughter from leaving him as he lifts his own glass of amber, “Don’t make me feel my age now, that’s rude. Whiskey. There are others I’d recommend but I doubt they even exist anymore. Or taste as pleasant”.

Squaring Jaewon with a look Ivan can say the other does clean up nicely, far from the street clothed regular he sees practically bouncing off the walls of his shop. “Don’t you dare let such a suit collect dust at the back of your closet. If you talk to the right people tonight I’m sure you’ll find people who can guarantee you a ticket to the next big event. At the very least I can put in a good word for you, granted you don’t besmirch my reputation. I’d like to think I’m a respectable god”.

Jaewon can not help the bright smile that covers his face at Ivan’s words, “You mean that? Honestly, I am curious, but I doubt I could beat a god. I mean they are a god for a reason right?” Finishing his glass of champagne he nods at his bros suggestion and asking for a glass of what is in Ivan’s glass, “I will take your suggestion cause you have the experience that I do not have.”

Wiggling in his seat, Jaewon tugs on his collar with a sheepish smile, “Um because I like you and you are my bro and I um think you are a great person. I would not eat anything from her if I were you.” Grins brightly at Ivan hoping his Cheshire Cat tattoo is not going to strangle him in the next minute.

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[olliexclark]

@mp-jaewon

[inhomp-blog]

Maybes...| Inho + Jaewon

@mp-jaewon

Inho had just finished his shift in the archives. He left and tilted his head up to get the sun on his face. He loved the warmth, he loved the way that he could feel the sun, he could feel his skin taking in the light. He really was a summer baby, he was born in June so he guessed that was part of his affinity to the sun. He was a Gemini which was an air sign and he did love the summer breeze, so he liked to think that all the things added up. Maybe nothing added up about him. He walked the familiar route to Taste of Ink, Ren worked there - although he did know that Ren wasn’t there today. 

He kept telling himself that he was going to get another tattoo, but he always backed out at the last minute. He wanted a tattoo on his hip, he had been thinking of it for a while but never doing it. He kept going into the shop and then not going through with it. He’d gotten a tattoo when he had just turned 18 of the kanji for fox on the back of his neck. He loved his heritage so it all made perfect sense. 

The trip most definitely did not have anything to do with Jaewon who was there a lot because of Ivan the artist. No, nothing at all to do with him. Inho had met him a few years before. He’d been here for nearly as long as Inho which was nice, it was someone who was consistently around. Inho opened the door into the tattoo parlour and smiled a little when he saw Jaewon (not that he’d been hoping to see him here or anything). He puffed out his cheeks “Ren here?” He asked, despite knowing the answer to that.   

[mp-jaewon]

There were many things in the world that Jaewon enjoyed doing: eating and playing pranks being among the top two, but there was one thing that Jaewon enjoyed more than anything and that was being at Taste of Ink. There are many reasons he loved being at the tattoo shop at the edge of the red light district. For example, Ivan-bro was always there. He was so talented and one day he would convince him to bestow a tattoo on his skin. Another being that he was very interested in what kind of tattoos people got. He was still deciding on what his next one would be, so he was getting ideas from others. But possibly the number one reason was...

Looking up as Jaewon hears someone opening the door a bright smile covers his face. If anyone was looking at him they could immediately see that he is sitting up straighter and he has a brighter smile on his face but in most particular, they would be able to see the twinkle in his eyes.

Shaking his head he smiles, “No, Ren is not working today.” Scooting closer to the desk, making him closer to Inho he smiles, “I hope that does not mean you are going to leave now.”

[mp-jaewon]

Delivery for Ivan-bro

[mp-jaewon]

mpivan:

There was something in the air. Or rather there wasn’t. There was no noticeable fidgeting or loud noises, and there hadn’t been for a small while. The quiet moments were usually good ones for Ivan but not when a particular trickster was absent for longer than usual.

As if on cue Ivan felt the atmosphere shift in the shop, the small little scribbles on his sketchbook coming to a halt with the crinkle of a plastic back. Pinching at the bridge of his nose he steeled his nerves, trying to keep the content smile on his face, “Don’t you know the rules? You’re here often enough. No food or drinks”.

Gracefully putting his things away he offers Jaewon the seat in front of his desk, a stealthy glance at the clock ticking away in the corner of his office. Damn, it was lunch time. “I’ll forgive you this time, nevermind all of the other times. It’d be a waste to let Tapas and horchata be thrown into the trash. Waste not, want not”

Skipping over happily to the chair presented to him Jaewon smiles happily as he unties the bag, “Bro you always say the same thing. I have known you for at least 3 years and I have been coming by at this hour for just as long. I know tapas and horchata are your favorite. Just like I know I am your favorite person and that you miss dearly throughout the day.”

Pulling out the box of tapas with seafood paella he passes it over to Ivan and hands him a large horchata, “I missed you Ivan bro. It has been over 24 hours since I last saw you. That is just not okay.” Placing his own box with the same combo he opens it with a bright smile, “Did you miss me too bro?”