azazel.

jeon yeonjun. 21. toseong.

[msuyeonjun]

helllooooo-- !! your friendly neighborhood ven here, it’s been quite a while and i am completely lost so, aside from previously established relationships and a few select threads i’ll be keeping, my muses ( @msumeng​ and @msunatty​ ) are blank canvases for all of u wonderful bbs so pls do give this a like and i will come running to give u love.

( if we were plotting previously i would love to pick up where we left off i’m sorry for being mia T T -- i am about to pass out though so i will be getting to messaging those who responded to my discord plotcall tomorrow ♡ )

[msuhan]

.clock strikes twelve

starter for @msuyeonjun !

the night’s drawing to a close and haneul’s managed to restrain himself from drinking too much, although he’d indulged in a few fruity drinks with fake eyeballs in throughout the night. for the most part, though, he’s remained sober. this, however, can’t be said for a familiar figure he sees stumbling around the outskirts of the dungeon room he’s stood in. there’s aza, who he’d spotted a few times throughout the night, in his long black skirt and black jumper, still looking as beautiful as he ever does. 

aza’s clearly drunk, han thinks to himself, instinctively edging over to him through the throngs of people between them. he looks as though he wouldn’t be able to get back to his dorm without some help, so han, wanting to help aza and knowing he likely won’t even remember this tomorrow, stops in front of him and lays a gentle hand on his arm. 

“you okay, aza?” slowly, he slides his arm around his waist and pulls him to his side, making aza lean his weight on han so he can help him back upstairs. “looks like you’ve had a little too much to drink. why don’t i help you back to your dorm?”

[msuyeonjun]

between deciding to leave early and now-- aza isn’t entirely sure how he ended up drunk as hell since that’s exactly what he always vows himself not  to do. and it usually wasn’t a problem. he wasn’t exactly the heaviest of weights though, and at some point in the night he became distracted and his hands got antsy and well, now he was here.

here being pressed up against the dungeon wall, palms flat against the smooth surface for leverage, eyes blinking sluggishly. his quick reflexes fail him and he registers the touch almost two whole seconds after, eyes wide as he blinks even more to clear his hazy vision. and he must be entirely gone because he slurs out a bubbly, “han!” because even while drunk, he would recognize him anywhere-- though he wasn’t quite in the right state of mind.

without hesitation, he slings his arms around the other’s neck and lets himself be pulled in, head resting on han’s shoulder. “mkay,” he mutters, leaning his weight against him. “am i heavy? i’m sorry.”

[lgcsori]

*𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨* scared ?

At this Halloween event? Miao hasn’t been anything like he usually is, he’s both been feeling and acting different. For example, Miao didn’t bring his dear puffskein with him, his pet he adored and loved oh so much and brought with him almost everywhere. Furthermore Miao also had decided not to pull pranks on people, which meant he had a feeling of not knowing what to do. But the point, Miao hadn’t acted at all like he normally would, he had been talking to strangers and he had tried the different events. Even now he decided on something that he would normally never do. He wanted to enter the haunted house, not alone though, so? What had he decided to do?

The male had decided to take a stranger in with him. He tapped on someone’s shoulder, asked if they wanted to go in there with him, and before the other male had had the chance to answer he had pulled them into the haunted house. Now Miao was alone with a stranger in a a haunted house. “Scared?” Miao asked with a smirk on his lips.

        there goes;  @msuyeonjun

[msuyeonjun]

there wasn’t many things that scared aza-- to be quite honest, he loved halloween because he could rightfully and fullheartedly ogle the terrifying and horrendous without fear of being judged ( like that one time in high school when he called the grudge “cute” and sent his classmates running ). he’s been enjoying his night rather much, exploring the grounds and activities-- he’d run into more people than he thought he would and he was proud of himself, he’d actually made some friends. 

the next person to address him, however, he didn’t know, so he was a little confused when he was suddenly dragged into the haunted house-- he didn’t mind all that much since he had been planning on going anyhow. there’s a silence as aza’s eyes adjust to the dark, expression blank as always as he turns to the stranger, “not at all,” he deadpans. “are you? is that why you pulled me in here?”

[msuyeonjun]

                                             – jeon aza as lydia deetz ( beetlejuice 1988 )

               “Live people ignore the strange and unusual,

                                                                I myself am strange and unusual.”

[msuyeonjun]

˟ empathy.

( ☾ * w. @msudory )

it’s been a long night, and aza is ready to pack it up and head back to the dorms.

he’d been intending to leave as soon as the costume party began, but for some reason or other, there he was still, holding just a cup of water and standing back against the far wall in the dungeon. his expression is blank, stoic as always as he sips at his water and checks the time on his phone again. deciding that yes, he’s exceeded his daily amount of ‘outside time’ and it was an acceptable time for him to retreat into his hermit hole.

deciding to slink against the walls to avoid the throng of students in the crowded dungeon, he quickly realizes it may not have been the best idea as he trips over his long skirt in his platform boots. not a second later he collides with a body-- his hands flinging out instinctively to catch whoever just fell against him. “fuck-- sorry, you--” he cuts himself immediately as he finally looks down through his gelled bangs, blinking once at the sight of--

bunny ears. and a lot of skin. “uh. hey, sorry, are you okay?” he asks out of obligation, though, honestly he can make some deductions from the way the other student was stumbling and from the strong scent of alcohol. he keeps his hold on the other, grip light enough just to support him.

“you good, dude?”

[msuxhyunki]

.not so cinderella

“it’s cold” hyunki hisses, huddling up next to his friend, clutching his arm. he’s really starting to regret this stupid cheerleader costume right about now. “aza, i’m freezing.” 

and he’s starting to regret ever agreeing to this carriage right. it seemed like a fun idea, a nice little way to catch up with his not so intimate, intimate friend. not to mention, somewhere private to whisper secrets he doesn’t want anyone else to hear. 

he just hopes there will be a blanket. 

the carriages are pretty at least, the illusion of being pulled by nothing a novelty. it’s probably an amusing sight as well, from behind at least, watching aza climb up into the carriage, followed by who they assume must be some lucky girl, shivering in her tiny skirt, only to see it’s non other than hyunki. 

though it doesn’t phase him much as he doesn’t hesitate in latching onto the other once they’re sat down. 

no blanket, unfortunately. 

“i think my legs are going to freeze off by the end of this.” he sighs. 

carriage rides with @msuyeonjun

[msuyeonjun]

nights like this are aza’s favorite. it’s dark, almost blue in the dusk, with mist floating through the trees. the gloom settles on him like a comfortable hug, and his ride is, so far, peaceful and serene, and he can feel himself relax. his friend beside him didn’t seem to share the same opinion however.

it’s a blessing to be able to withstand cold pretty well, especially in moments like these when hyunki is snuggling up against him for dear life. that, and the fact that he’s already wearing a knit sweater and a long skirt that covered all the way down to his feet, leaving only a little bit of his combat boots peeking out. 

“you should’ve worn stockings or tights or something,” he chides in a stern tone, but without any real bite to it.

wordlessly, he pulls off his large, black of course, overcoat, and drapes it over his friend’s legs and pulls it up carefully to cover some of his waist as well. satisfied with his work, he leans back in the seat again. he slings an arm around his friend to pull him closer, gently patting his shoulder in reassurance. 

“there, your legs are safe. ...for now.” 

[buir]

ˢʰʳⁱᵏᵉ ˑ

* ˡᵒᶜᵏᵉᵈ ᵃʷᵃʸ ʷᶦᵗʰ / … @msuyeonjun​ !

time had passed, since the summer spent with aza. two in fact - the leaves had changed color, the memories had faded to a distant highlight reel he relished in when he laid down to sleep. still though, they remain friends, because wyatt is kind, and aza is just the same. the pass each other in the halls, offer a smile, make small talk over lunch. they are on good terms - and that’s good too. 

there’s a part of wyatt though, that sits. remembers the fondness he’s developed for the other like a long forgotten page in a book, and it keeps his attention more than he’d like to admit. he trails the way to what he knows to be aza’s room number, a polite knock given to the entryway. “ hey, you wanna go out to lunch ? i gotta go by hale’s in town. need to pick up some sheet music and i’m thinking about getting a guitar. ” wyatt asks in a light tone, one which doesn’t give away the hint of anxiety that lingers like a cloud in the back of his mind. 

“ and i’m going a little stir crazy. need some time away. ”

[msuyeonjun]

truth be told... aza doesn’t get out much. his attention span is quite fickle, and though he loves being alone, too much time in his room makes him antsy. he’s aware the sort of aura he gives off-- so it’s not really a surprise to him that he doesn’t get too many visitors. the ones that do come by though-- it’s always worthwhile.

the knock alerts him, his head snapping up from the half finished assignment, his fingers splotched with pen ink ( from where he dozed off earlier ) as he runs a white out pen over the smeared sentences. he swivels his chair to the open doorway and his lips curl into a tiny smile. there’s seldom that aza feels warm, but wyatt makes him feel just that easily. “yeah,” he agrees, glancing at his paper, “i could use a break too, probably.” he wipes his hands on scrap paper and stands up, stretching his arms overhead and yawning.

his eyes light up as he joins his friend, smile growing a little wider, “oh cool, i was thinking of getting a new one too! i’m down, let’s go.”

[msuyeonjun]

would you try pink again :3c

“... i refuse,” he states bluntly-- his eyes narrow suspiciously, but without malice and maybe even with a tiiiiiiny hint of amusement, “you poisoned me so i’m traumatized.”

[msuyeonjun]

msuatlas​:

          getting drunk and being blinded by a dozen of flashing, bright neon hues might happen to be atlas’ favorite night activity but he never expected this to happen during a club bonding session. there are probably more than twenty types of drunk personalities, atlas is the idiot that would do stupid things and say dumb shits that he would never do when he’s sober. and then there’s also the desire to kiss someone. thank god he has a high tolerance for alcohol though; it’s just dangerous and… disturbing, to go around kissing strangers. 

that’s just one of the many reasons why he decides to just have one simple glass cocktail instead of picking heavier drinks. as the president of the art club, atlas is basically responsible for everything and everyone so he’s just here as a watchman. the senior obviously feels quite petty, a little bit of disappointment is added, too, that he doesn’t get to throw his arms in the air in the middle of the dance floor like them. 

at least aza’s here to keep him company though it’s not promised that this is going to be as fun as the dance floor. well, how does he put this… ? atlas cherishes the art club in one way or another but aza and him aren’t that much close yet for the blonde to be throwing his arms around atlas, acting like a total blushing baby. years of being in the dating game have taught him how to take care of drunk girlfriends and boyfriends, even if they’re faking it, and atlas thinks he knows how to handle the “baby”. 

he doesn’t move, shoulder’s rather stiff. let’s admit it, this is motherfucking awkward. can’t believe this is actually happening to him right now. “it’s not going to be hot anymore if you stop snuggling with me. are you listening to me right now, aza?” atlas’ eyebrows slightly furrow as he looks down at the blonde but can’t quite see what kind of face he’s making, all thanks to the stupid bucket hat blocking his vision. 

“hey, do not get drunk right now.” instead of sounding furious, atlas is actually concerned. a useless command, by the way. “i don’t care if you need air, if you get drunk right now, i’m going to suffocate you.” 

‘stop snuggling’ is the first phrase that filters through aza’s brain and it immediately brings a frown to his lips-- sounds preposterous. the logic just doesn’t make any sense to aza, because he was already feeling hot before he started hugging the club president. he really, really, does not want to let go because leaning against someone else feels very nice and comfortable and that’s all aza wanted to feel at the moment.

“’m listening,” he gets out, slowly-- and it’s not really a lie. “sort of.” aza is still somewhat  coherent, but his usually sharp reflexes are considerably muted, and he’s far more sluggish, lethargic. reluctantly, he pulls himself back but immediately regrets it, and so he remedies it by holding onto the sleeve of atlas’ shirt, forehead now resting on the elder’s shoulder. “it’s,” he pauses, using his other hand to rub at his eyes. he was dizzy and really fucking sleepy at this point. “it’s kind of too late,” he states truthfully. “please don’t suffocate me.”

aza finally lifts his head, blinking through his snow blonde bangs as his lips curl into a pout. he blinks a few times to get his eyesight to focus, and has the decency and sanity left to shrink back when he realizes how close atlas’ face is. he ends up pulling atlas with him though-- which startles him enough to let go and fall right back against atlas’ shoulder. “okay, okay--” he mutters, “’m sorry,” and he means it because there’s some part of him that is extremely embarrassed at this point.

“i’ll just, i’ll...” he starts as he, with difficulty, pulls himself up into a sitting position again, hat falling completely off at this point. “i will,” he tries again, stating each word slowly and clearly, “get some air,” he says triumphantly, patting atlas’ leg as if for emphasis.

“i’ll be right back.”

[msuyeonjun]

msuorion​:

*

prefect rounds for orion were usually boring - unless he ran into hyeon, that is. otherwise - boring. most students were either asleep, or knew to avoid him completely as he was known to take house points, but, there were those instances of surprise, like this one, for example. footsteps trail down the halls, echoing against stone as he heads to scape out the trophy room, per his usual route.

he’s halfway through opening the large door when he hears movement inside - hushed words that make him reach for his wand, and the eventual sound of what he finds to be … pens ? scattering across the floor, one particular pen hitting the toe of his boot. he stills as the other does as well, light from the corridor bleeding into the room now and showing him the outline of - aza. 

immediately orion feels something undistinguishable wash over him, lips pursing. he doesn’t speak at first, only reaches down to pick up the pen at his foot and hand it over. “ which is ? ” he questions finally, brow raised. “ you know you’re not supposed to be in here. ”  

“i wasn’t doing anything bad,” is the defensive beginning, he really doesn’t need to be reprimanded for losing more points. his hand is hesitant as he reaches out to grab the pen, careful not to brush fingers, with a low, mumbled ‘thank you.’ and his stature feels awkward, standing there with the older male waiting in front of him-- anticipating. shaking himself out of his shock, he quickly makes work of shoving his fallen sketchbook and the rest of his scattered belongings into his backpack, as he tries to get out his thoughts coherently.

he straightens up with a soft huff, bacpack now slung securely over his shoulder as he finally, finally meets orion’s eyes. unfortunately, aza’s brain refuses to work fast enough to come up with a convincing story ( but also knows full well that orion won’t buy it, anyway ). and so, he tells, mostly, the truth. “i just came here to think, or focus,” his voice is quiet but firm, and he finds his eyes wandering again-- unable to hold eye contact for long.

“i figured people don’t really come here and i really was trying to sleep but i couldn’t so i--” he cuts himself off abruptly, realizes he’s sharing a lot, and reels it back, “i was really just here because i wanted to be out of the dorm and away from people, and it’s a quiet place to work, that’s the truth.”

[msuevents]

— MOKSEONG UNIVERSITY OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY meme #2: honesty hour

ask my muse anything, nothing is off limits and they have to answer with complete honesty!

as has been requested by some of you, we are now posting an honesty hour meme for everyone to participate in. any question can be asked, and your muse has to answer with complete honesty. keep in mind that the answers to the questions will not be public knowledge! to participate in the meme, simply reblog this post, and try to send out some questions to others who have reblogged it as well! this meme can be reblogged for an entire week, until october 17th.

[msuyeonjun]

˟ cherry red.

( ☾ * w. @msuatlas )

it’s rowdy, the music is loud, the air is humid from the amount of people and the fog ( ? ) machines, and all aza can focus on is the rainbow lights of the club lasers reflecting off of his glass of whatever he last ordered-- and also the fact that his cheeks are very, very warm. his blinking is slow, movements sluggish as he decides, no, he does not want anymore, and sets his cocktail back down onto the table.

normally, it’s not common to see aza out at functions like this, he usually just attends scheduled club meetings and goes on his merry way. however, after just complaining to his beloved sister about having very few friends and not meeting anyone interesting-- when he was asked to join the art club outing he decided ‘yeah sure, why not.’ except, he’d accidentally drank just a little past his limit and he vaguely remembers why he normally declines. but it’s far too late now, and as he distantly hears the other club members talking about dancing, or heading to the bar, or going to a dorm to drink more-- it’s already starting.

“it” is aza’s drunken need for affection. suddenly, he’s hyper aware of the presence next to him, and he lets himself drop his head onto the unfortunate soul sitting beside him, which happens to be atlas jeong-- and it’s not that aza has anything against him, rather, he respected him and found him rather cool if not a little intimidating-- but as blunt and unafraid as he may be, he was still hesitant around the elder toseong student. so, he had no idea if he was crossing any boundaries, but in hsi current state the thought didn’t even cross his mind.

his blonde hair fans out against atlas’ shoulder, black bucket hat knocking askew. his long arms wrap around the president’s figure. “it’s hot in here,” he complains-- and his bright pink cheeks are way too glaring in contrast to his pale skin and ice blonde hair.

“need air,” he mutters, nuzzling against his shoulder.

[msuyeonjun]

˟ nobody.

( ☾ * w. @msuorion )

there are certain nights, nights like this, where the light of the moon is particularly bright and it covers half the bed, bleeding in through the blinds in uneven spaces. it’s these nights that aza just doesn’t feel right sleeping, moreover, he can’t seem to sleep. a check of the time on his phone-- it’s not a particularly late hour, but it’s late enough that most students are probably holed up in their rooms for the night. with a sigh, he forces himself out of his bed, it’s a little bit too cold today-- slips a black hoodie over his bare torso.

he has one specific spot he likes to go to at times like this-- though it may be slightly unconventional: the trophy room. he’d found that it tended to be pretty desolate this late at night, and it was a nice, silent, empty space to study or draw or whatever else to keep his mind preoccupied.

and so he settles down in his normal spot under a window, starts to sketch mindlessly. and normally, it’s not really a problem-- aza isn’t usually a troublemaker, and he’s normally here when maybe hyunki or haejin are on duty, and he can escape unscathed. tonight, though, as he hears the door creak open and someone enters, he has a feeling he isn’t so lucky-- and he’s right.

“shit,” he hisses, whole body stiffening in surprise, his pencils and pens clattering to the floor as his hands raise to block a light shining at him. “listen, i can expl--” he begins with a sigh, getting to his feet. when he sees the prefect that’s discovered him, he freezes again-- this time out of... shock? apprehensiveness? he doesn’t try to speak immediately, because he finds that he can’t meet orion’s eyes ( odd, for someone who is usually combative ), and he won’t let himself wonder why. he bites his lip, right where it’s pierced, as he’s apt to do when he’s uncomfortable.

“i can explain,” he finishes in a mumble.

[msuyeonjun]

☾ * a random starter ! for @msuxnahyun

often, often, so often, does aza reprimand erebus, his sneaky little black cat-- for many things, one being hunting on school grounds because that could very well be someone else’s pet and he really would prefer not to get into any conflicts that didn’t revolve around sports or academics. “hey!” he scowls as he chases after the troublemaker, weaving gracefully in between startled students without so much as glancing at them.

“hey! come here, you--” and the demon cat skids around the corner abruptly-- so aza does the exact same thing with much worse results.

“shit--” he curses automatically as he recoils on impact with a smaller body, hands automatically reaching out to steady the poor student he ran into, his aura still somewhat irritated from chasing after his pet who refused to listen to him. that said cat, however, is smugly nuzzling against the other student’s ankles, a flower stem sticking out of his mouth. aza relaxes and takes a step back, finally registering the other student-- it’s not a familiar face. “sorry about that-- he likes to hunt, i thought he’d kidnapped another rat,” he huffs, running a hand through his hair.

“you alright?”

[msuyeonjun]

msuxhyunki​:

he isn’t ashamed of how he hums and leans into the other’s touch. he didn’t really mind when it was someone like aza touching him, soft and obviously caring. he could deal with that. it actually felt good, soothing and nice. “you’re telling me.” he snorts. hyunki didn’t really care about the captain, it was the co-captain he was holding a bit of a grudge against. rightly so, in his opinion.

“i can only imagine how hard astrid is going to work you though.” he sighs. it’s the little victories, he supposes. “but with haejin as your seeker.” hyunki rolls his eyes. “you’re not winning a thing by his account.” and once again he will never miss a chance to bad mouth the other quidditch player. “you’re the only saving grace of the toseong team.” and this he can admit because aza is his friend and he likes him and there’s no harm in saying it.

“now pet me again.” hyunki whines.

the idea of someone sneaking some alcohol into the bath isn’t that far off. he’s never done so, but he can only imagine who has. and why. “you know, you’re right. and as much as i wouldn’t mind finding some, i really don’t want to think about why there was some in here in the first place. is this tub clean?” he’s only half joking because even if he was serious, there was no use in worrying now, not when they’ve been soaking in the water already. oh well.

and hyunki lazily glances at his friend, clear amusment in his eyes and a little curl to his lips as he snickers. “fair.” that much was true, sure. technically they weren’t breaking any rules. it’s not like they were being inappropriate. they were just catching up, unwinding. “most people are alone in the bath.” he repeats. but then tacks on, “but when they aren’t they’re usually not just lounging like we are. which brings me back to my question, do you think this tub is clean?”

really, he should take baths more often. aza considers himself pretty impatient, so normally he just showers and goes-- but a bath is extremely nice, he thinks, as he practically melts into the hot water. an eyebrow raises at the response, his lips quirking up in amusement, “you don’t like your captains?” he questions. in the next second he’s shivering, a dramatic response to the mention of astrid. “no kidding,” he mutters-- not only is she a tough captain, but he also is still sorry for a mishap towards his housemate and friend. she’s forgiven him by now though, hopefully. “she’s pretty tough. it works though.”

and aza can’t help but chuckle, gently flicking his friend in the arm, and splashing some more water towards him. he doesn’t really know hyunki’s beef with haejin, or vice versa for the matter, but as a friend of both, he sometimes feels as if he should mediate somehow. only when he bothers enough, though. “you’re just saying that,” he snickers, “thanks, though. i work hard,” he huffs -- it’s not arrogance to admit it.

a laugh bubbles out as his fingers go back to gently stroking hyunki’s damp hair, “demanding,” he chides-- but he doesn’t mind at all, if it’s hyunki. his movements still as he contemplates the concerning question, his eyes darting down to the bubbling water before he gives up and shrugs, “what’s done is done-- but ew,” he wrinkles his nose. he leans back some more against the edge of the tub, angling his arm more comfortably to continue petting the elder’s hair as he requested.

“we should do this more often though, it’s so relaxing,” he sighs, eyes closing and head falling back. “the company is nice.” one eye cracks open as his head lolls in hyunki’s direction and his lips pull into a grimace, “oh, definitely not-- unless the custodians or someone cleans or enchants it every single day.”

[msukiyoung]

see saw.

                    ✧  a mokseong mayhem carnival starter ┊ for YEONJUN !!

     kiyoung’s not really sure what it is about carnival games that are so fun especially when normally, they’re just well disguised money grabbing schemes. however, despite knowing that, he still continues to play them - and repeatedly at that. but when you’re at something like a carnival or fair, why wouldn’t you play games, right? it’s all part of the experience and for him, it didn’t hurt to earn bragging rights against someone else too if you win so he’s glad when he asks yeonjun to play some games with him, the younger says yes and even agrees to a little competition to see who can win more prizes.

     currently, they’re at a booth where the goal is to pop as many balloons as possible and kiyoung thinks he has a fairly decent shot at this. he does need to have decent aim when playing quidditch to make sure he hits the bludger where he wants it to go (and not at someone else– usually) so he’s hoping that’ll somehow carry over to this. on the flip side, he’s aware that yeonjun is also a beater for his team so the same could be said for him and honestly? he feels a bit hesitant in confidently saying he can win. its not like there’s really anything on the line here though nor did he really have anyone to give the prizes he’s won so far to that’d encourage him to do better (or well there is someone he’d want to but knows he probably shouldn’t) but he doesn’t like to lose either.

     so throwing a challenging look at the other, kiyoung flashes a roguish smile. “are you up for this?” he asks while nodding towards the booth with his head. “i think the score is 2:2 so far so this can be our last one to decide the winner once and for all if there’s nothing else you want to try.”

[msuyeonjun]

it doesn’t take long for aza to become bored of the carnival. or maybe not so much bored as exhausted -- there’s way too many people and he’s pretty much ready to slink off back to his dorms. he is, however, approached by a presence he doesn’t mind ( all that much ), and so he decides that he can stya just a little bit longer. besides that -- aza will almost never say no to any competition. especially if it’s someone he’s known for quite a while. so, he sticks around.

and he’ll admit it’s pretty fun having someone to play games with.

as a beater on the quidditch team, he would say his aim is pretty good. but... hitting a bludger with a heavy bat is a lot different than throwing a dart at a balloon. he considers himself a quick learner, though, so he happily accepts the challenge. there’s not really anything about the prizes that intrigue him, so he’s really just in it for the competing. aza glances at him and his lips curl up into a grin as he nods. “always up for it.”

“this can be the last one,” he agrees as he holding up his stack of darts. “you have someone you’re trying to win a prize for?” and normally, aza really isn’t this conversational, but he figured he would make the exception just this once.

[msuyeonjun]

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