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// Yes I'm alive and no I'm not intending to abandon this account. However I'll be dropping some interactions ( not all ) and focus on creating new interactions. It has been a struggle to hold onto my motivation. I'm trying to go slow in roleplaying while I handle my everyday life, so I hope you understand if my replies take ages.
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akajongin :
“what, you think i have a pair of titties on my phone because i’m tired of you?” he asks incredulously, wondering how she could even draw those conclusions knowing the kind of person jongin is. the pictures are brief indulgences to him and nothing more, like watching a porno clip and having nothing to do with it after his quota for masturbation is met. he prefers physical interaction over digital so, honestly, a blurry, badly-taken picture of a woman’s breasts does nothing to arouse him the way chantelle can with merely the warmth of her petite frame pressing against his body.
but his words alone won’t convince her to cage the envy inside of her, so he pulls her flush against his torso and peppers her face with kisses. “i never took you for the jealous type,” he admits, although he withholds the temptation of confessing he does take her for the crazy type. jongin can definitely understand where the ‘hell hath no fury like a woman scorned’ phrase is conventionally applied. he doesn’t even want to imagine what his fate would have been if he had been caught red-handed.
“now why would i–” he picks her up, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist and his own under her. “why would i look for anything else?”
[ @akajongin ] –– “I merely stated the possibilities, Jongin.” she hissed, with a roll of her eyes, though protesting silently when dark orbs stared at her in disbelief. There was something about his eyes that often make her feel naked and exposed. Vulnerable. “Jealousy is evil, alongside with money and love. I happened not to possess any.” White lies –– human nature, her expertise in protecting herself. But who to remind her of the initial reason she carried before stepping into his apartment that night? Summon the witnesses who have seen her meticulously choosing gift for him carefully while transiting in Australia. Who is better to speak of her anticipation –– one where she played the scenarios in her head passionately, of his reaction when she showered him with it? All of which, the brunette seemed to have forgotten. Priorities took an illegal turn when he distracted her with his smart moves. Barely registering his kisses, her heart caught on the thrill when he carried her petite frame up, pressed against his body. Her long shapely legs circled his waist tightly while she wrapped her arms round his neck for added support. “Why wouldn’t you?” she challenged, ignoring the leap of her heart.
seclux :
◆ -“Keep it that way.” A sly smirk lingered across his lips as he stared back at the girl. “I know you’re capable for many things, but if you cause a scene here,” he paused, nodding towards the exit. “you’re out.” Daehyun remained silent for a few seconds as he observed her reaction.
[ @seclux ] — “Oh i will. Have some faith in me, will you?” She took a full glass of champagne from a passing waitress while watching his date, ( her colleague not too coincidentally ) headed towards the bar counter, ordering a glass of non-alcoholic drink for him. “ I see you got her all wrapped around your little finger.”
akajongin :
“yes, but i don’t give that sort of leeway to acquaintances,” jongin comments half-heartedly, grinning from ear to ear. “you’ve been a naughty girl, chantelle. i’m going to have to arrest you.”
their kinky scenarios always start with such a suggestive, often police-themed line probably ripped from an existing porno with jailed babes and “correctional” officers. this time is different, though, and jongin feels like he’s treading on thin ice when chantelle asks him a question he could answer very, very wrongly. “uh, no?” he tells the truth, albeit nervously because he isn’t sure what she wants to hear. did she want his honesty or false reassurance? “she’s just some chick i exchanged numbers with at the bar. didn’t see her outside of it after that.”
sure, jongin remembers that his bar babe’s got some assets but he’s got his own held in his palms, right here, right now. he squeezes her butt and simultaneously tugs her closer. “i’d rather see your figure,” he admits and he’s not completely sure if chantelle appreciates that sort of cheap flattery. “don’t tell me you’re jealous of her, hm?”
[ @akajongin ] –– His eyes revealed the truth. A quick follow up: she was taken aback. After math: guilty in fact. There was a brief silence. She has no answer. She does not know what her answer will be. It’d be much easier if he was lying because she’d taunt him and teased him. That would be normal, an everyday life actually between the two. But he broke the rules. He twisted everything around when she least expected it. She hated surprises. But she began to love his honesty. And perhaps, is that the sound of happiness tinkling inside of her when a confirmation fell on his lips, reiterating there was nothing more between him and the bar bitch he met, other than flirtatious exchanges of numbers and pictures? Happiness is a dangerous thing should they take the wrong step.
There is an unspecified thrill of being in his arms. She didn’t realize how much she missed the seductive faint scent of his aftershave on her skin. The exact damn scent which never once failed to seep sneakily inside her and messed up her senses. “I’d think you’ve seen my figure a little too many times, which might helped in explaining the existence of that picture in your phone.” A small smile played against her lips –– his was so dangerously close. Her eyes flickered to meet his gaze. There he goes slipping out the sensitive word. “Jealous?” She repeated slowly, as if processing her emotion and keeping it in check. “I might be if I caught you red handed but for now, no I’m not.” Reality check: she has no rights to.
moonjwk :
Ah, there it is. With his back facing her, she wouldn’t have seen the smirk on his face when he heard her offer. He would have questioned her more as to why she’s so hesitant on thanking him, but would offer to buy him a cup of coffee that could lead to more conversations between them. Though her last sentence threw him off a bit to what he wanted to tease her about. He thought that they have lost the two men following her.
He didn’t dare look towards the direction where she said the two men were. Naturally, he was afraid to look when he doesn’t even know what he’s up against. His mind raced to possible thoughts as to who she really was and what she does that two men would be so persistent on following her. He’s even questioning whether he’d be really safe to be with her.
He contemplated on taking the chance of leaving the woman behind and just go on about the rest of his day. Surely, they wouldn’t follow him instead, right? There just wasn’t much that he could do that he decided to pick the other option. He turned around to look back at her and take a few steps to move closer. “Who are you?”
[ @moonjwk ] — Curious but not exactly demanding. Just the way she likes it. His velvety voice made it even impossible for her to brush his presence away. But she has got to hurry if she wish to reciprocate his earlier kind attempt. Footsteps soon matched with his, taking the lead to their safest exit. She risked only few seconds to board the train that has been on the platform. Any miscount of steps would lead one of them, ( preferably him, ) temporarily wheelchair bounded. The corner of her eyes confirmed they lost their pursuers as the door closed seconds after his long legs secured the space next to her. The train moved without any delay and she could almost assumed he is rather elated to know he is safe. With her back leaned against the glass panel, head tilted upwards, she calmly studies the metro map above them. “A law abiding citizen,” she said out of nowhere, dark orbs in serious concentration on the route, contemplating of their stop. She wasn’t good with direction but he does not need to know the slightest irrelevant details. “ — who you happened to perhaps, potentially risked your life, by saving her. I hope you do not have any major responsibilities to take care of, sir because hypothetically, if you’re caught seeing with me, you wouldn’t live for long.” It was a scare. A fine line between truth and a tease. Her gaze met his just then, informing him of their destination. Again, she left out the irrelevant details. She could only hope he is an animal lover. “I hope there’s a decent coffee house when we alight at Chungmuro.”
moonjwk :
There was something different about her. What it was, Jaewook couldn’t pinpoint what it was, but there was definitely something about her that made him somewhat curious. Surely, there’s a reason why people would follow an individual and the people that was pursuing her didn’t look like the usual criminal you would see on the streets. He also wondered why she was so aloof when most people who would have been in her position would probably be panicking. And that is why he finds her intriguing.
Whatever it was though, Jaewook wouldn’t want to spend his time looking for answers to his questions. Perhaps it’s better left unanswered when the person he wants to ask probably wouldn’t give him answers anyway. Jaewook is not the type of person who would force himself into a situation where he’s unwanted. Her words made it clear that he wasn’t needed and while he was a bit astounded by still not receiving the thanks he wanted, he didn’t show it on his face. “Good for you.” He spoke indifferently as his gaze lays upon the facial features of the younger woman. “I’ll be taking my leave then. Have a nice day.” With that, he turns around and heads elsewhere.
[ @moonjwk ] — But she wanted to prove him wrong. Just like how she would love to wipe off everyone’s perceptions of her. What he had of her, was a painting of an ungrateful, splattered across his white canvas of imagination. And she happened to appreciate arts — beautiful ones. “I would expect you’ve some free time to spare and wouldn’t reject perhaps, a cup of coffee?” She called out when he’d taken only few steps away. Surely he has a good pair of hearing. Those two words ( she assumed he would so much like to hear slipping out of her ) would be better replaced by hot beverage if he allows her to do so. Certainly it could be a wrong move. It was after all, unlike her to be so forward in such initiative. But being different sometimes could bring the unexpected. “ I really shouldn’t pressure you for your response but if you hurry, there should be at least twenty per cent of survival chance that we might escape the two fools who are currently still looking for me. And if I’m you, I wouldn't turn to my three o’clock because that’s where they are.”
akajongin :
“babe,” he pleads like it’s an argument, although he knows he’s already lost this tiff. jongin’s not eloquent with words, nor persuasive, so ‘babe’ is the only word that stands the slightest chance against chantelle’s rage. “you can’t say that in front of a criminal detective,” he distracts her from the fact she’s found a pair of tits that’s not hers on jongin’s cellphone. “you can’t say that you’re going to kill somebody.” he wouldn’t think twice about anyone else saying it but chantelle has a few screws loose when she’s pissed and he doesn’t doubt someone could be dead by tonight. “babe,” he whines again, circling his arms around her waist and tugging her close. “i didn’t look, i swear.”
[ @akajongin ] — Love wasn’t her forte though, she was never good at it but pride was her weakness; it secretly fear competition and dread loneliness. The picture found in his cellphone was a minor issue she had no specific care for. He could bed anyone and she would harbor no hatred for him but when reality sinks in, undeniably it would hurt somehow. Not–emotionally– blinded–by–love hurts, but knowing he is similar to any other; eager to have her replaced. Yet it is a bold affirmation of how life is — one will never have enough of something, human are naturally greedy. A soft chuckle however fell on her lips, rotten mood not necessarily ceased but what could she do when he never failed to amuse her. “That’s the advantage of having a criminal detective as more than an acquaintance, isn’t it? I’m able to get away with all these threats slipping out of my lips.” Acquaintance seemed to be an appropriate and safer approach to define their relationship. After all, they happened to be no one but two souls intertwined by lust. With his arms slipped around her waist, she leaned back, sliding her own round his neck. Jealousy was designed for the weak and she has no desire to be part of such team. “She has quite a figure though, you’ll regret it if you didn’t even steal a peek. So tell me, did you fuck her while i was away?”
thexlovelyones :
“I wish I could say the same..but i have standard in my mischievousness” He chuckled, throwing away his trash in the nearby trash bin and giving her a daring smile that came across more playful then anything.
“Sounds like you got a lot of people on your list..” He paused for a moment. “You know whats funny? its that the world seems huge and vast and that someone can just hide easily in it like a needle in a haystack but when in actuality thats not the case.” He wiped his hands on his jeans and hummed. “You see, there are a lot of ways that people leave a trail–everyone in the world, even babies, leave a trail from the moment their born, making it so easy to track them down….so….when you look at all that–” He turned to her. “The world is actually very small and your needle that you hid in the haystack is actually a huge object..easily found.”
He chuckled softly and sipped on the straw to his drink. “Nah, I noticed you following me all the way from the bookstore” He smiled. “Nice smooth meeting by the way~” He bowed his head. “You can just call me ACE.” He held out his hand and shook hers, pausing for a moment. “I’m not cheap you know..they did tell you that right?”
[ @thexlovelyones ] — In all honesty, to be drown into boredom proved to be quite a challenge once his jovial tone takes control. So this is what positive and happiness sound like. The time spent with him barely passed an hour but already, the brunette has defined him as an interesting company. A smile constantly lingered on his face, his expression hasn’t change since. No matter what she said, no matter how she presented herself. It is pleasant for a change in partners for once. This time being no grueling tension, no complaints. Just — plain comfortable. Now this is a first. They are almost the same age. Maybe. Yes, that would explain everything. & that, is unfortunate, for no attachment of friendship or any form should linger A smirk painted on her lips as he spoke. A good listener she may be but she has proven to excel better in being stubborn. “ Ah — it seemed our first clash may come earlier than expected, I prefer calling you Han Joon. it seemed more fitting to your overall appearance.” warm & friendly maybe a little too, over positive “But who knows,” she resumed. “Perhaps one day, you’ll succeed in changing my mind to call you ACE after our first project together.” Talk about being confident. What then if he failed in searching for the one she has hoped for the most? But this is his field of game, while she is a paying spectator, cheering him on. Trusting him. But that would be hard, isn’t it, for she grew up abandoning trust. “Not a lot but maybe a handful, nothing you can’t handle,” she, not a fan of mistreated labor, reassured him. Words slipped out kindly at first, unintentionally sneaking in a tint of mischief. “Don’t worry, I wouldn’t expect you to work overtime for me, however they did inform me you’re on discount especially on weekdays.”
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moonjwk :
With a lot of time on his hand as he waited for his ride to arrive – which read on the large bulletin board at almost every corner of the subway station – he had time to look around and observe people. A habit that he had whenever he’s in public. There was something about it that was interesting to him. One can learn bit by bit of a person by observing them when they don’t know since it’s more natural and realistic. Someone caught his eyes. A tall young woman not too far away from where he was standing. She seemed to be lost in her own world that she doesn’t seem to notice the pair of men that was obviously watching her closely and even moving closer to her as time progressed.
Something in him told him that he should do something about it. It was unlike him to meddle into someone else’s business when he was wouldn’t gain anything from it. Jaewook then stood up to make his way towards the woman. He was quick to grab a hold of her arm, pretending to greet her in a friendly way to throw off the two unknown men. He then tugs her along as he walks quickly to look for a place they could hide for the moment. The maintenance room looked suitable for them to hide in as he was sure that he had lost the pair in the crowded station, but he just had to make sure they were not being followed.
He was careful to not touch anything inside the room while they were inside. After a while, he gestures her to come out when he thinks that they have waited long enough. Instead of hearing a thank you from the female, what he gets was something he wasn’t expecting. Jaewook looked at her with a somewhat baffled gaze, surprised at how she can be rude to someone who helped her get out of the possible dangerous situation. He wasn’t looking for a grand reaction, but a simple thank you would suffice. “Is that how you thank people who helps you out? I wouldn’t be surprised if no one has ever helped you before.” He huffed quietly. “Maybe this why someone’s following you.”
[ @moonjwk ] — There are many things in life she's thankful for — jeopardizing another’s precious life is not one of it. Especially of a stranger’s who has unconditionally stepped in and provide some sort of a protection for her. Simple words which escaped his lips painted her as an ungrateful being and it is just as well. She isn’t cut out for melodrama.
Destined for hardships with hell awaits her; an unspoken understanding she had with God since she was sixteen — once perfect life rerouted to a sudden drastic change easily in just one fateful night, she was more than convinced they belong to a two different world. With a polished defined features, he seemed to be perfectly made out for the business world or the entertainment industry and such character is definitely not written out to be linked or involved with her kind of environment. Yet their paths crossed and she hope genuinely ( for his sake ) this will be the first and last. Her mind was occupied with worries. It would be a serious matter if those men managed to identify him but cold facade concealed her thoughts, and what slipped out was her honesty. “Truthfully I would have handled it well, if you hadn’t appear & I wouldn’t want to sound arrogant but I usually could do without any help” but, thank you. it was nice to receive help for the first time.
jxniel :
Left ajar? Junhee could replay the scene from this morning though: her hand turning on the locked doorknob once her key was removed. Perhaps someone else payed her a visit and realized her absence, leaving in a hurry or thinking that closing the door after locking from the inside would actually work– which wasn’t since that method works only if an obnoxiously loud bang was heard.
She would just text Jungkook and her manager later.
“O-oh.” It was a very long mental process. Stunned, the soloist barely gained possession of her body again. “I should be more careful next time, right? Thank goodness it’s you and not an actual robber.” Since that meant she would have to hold the first item at her proximity and defend at best of her capabilities. Visibly still gradually recovering from the sudden experience, her smile was small and inaccurate to her relief and happiness of seeing a face she longed to meet again.
Support was needed. The moment she sat down, she sighed and let out a faint chuckle. “You really scared me, Chantelle, but I’m glad to hear that you have some free times. It must be exhausting to constantly adapt yourself to different time zones and places.”
[ jxniel ] — Undeniably, words as such when slipped past the petite’s lips interject a series of guilt in her senses. It was never an intention of hers to be Junhee’s fear. As a rule, only the enemies will not be spared. She observed as the girl plopped weakly next to her. “I apologize for that sincerely.” The brunette emitted a soft chuckle, one where it defined how surprised she was with herself when an apology slipped past her own lips. “It is exhausting for my body, occasionally frustrating but I guess I have to deal with it until a better offer comes along.” Deep chocolate eyes scanned the petite frame, realizing only then. “You are blonde now, the color looks really good on you. I believe, it’s for your new album?”
I am homesick for a place I am not sure even exists. One where my heart is full. My body loved. And my soul understood.
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mbyl :
Ah - /stops and looks at her hands, then begins to touch along her arms until she found the source of concern, coating the tips of her fingers with coagulated blood from her elbow and inspecting the small abrasion. thanks - it’ll be fine.
「₮aint smile graced her face effortlessly as long, slender fingers toyed with the catch of her bag, pulling out next a small first aid box she never fails to carry along 」 ❝ there’s an alcohol swab & plasters inside, I believe you would know what to do?❞ — mbyl
eternalsilxnce :
The earth breathed and a chill shivers its way through the boy, icy hands he twists and rubs together in a desperate attempt to preserve the lingering warmth between. Time was abstract ; an eternity crystallised within a single breath and he had lost count of the eons that ticked by, forgotten just how long ago the clattering of heels had ceased behind him. Strangers otherwise, they were united by a gift of persistence ; diverging lives standing within reach of each other, both awaiting the arrival of a cab. The boy hears her sigh and echoes it, but out of relief instead as a lighted sign finally appeared in the distance.
Taxi slowing to a calculated stop before him, the dancer steps forward to claim his prize, address nestled between his fingers as he slides into the cab. But it all happens too quickly — the door swings open once more, a lady he registers slipping in beside him before instructing the driver to override his request. Taehyung’s pressed up against his side of the door in honest surprise, but a scowl he directs to unwanted company. Had she maybe considered that he was running late too? His throat tightens and he parts lips to spit out the injustice wedged between his ribs but an inevitable silence reigned — the words stayed caught in his throat, forcing him to give the driver a reluctant nod instead. At least their destinations were close. At least that. The boy exhales while leaning back into the seat, arms he brought to a fold across his torso in effort to tame the irritation frazzling through him.
[ eternalsilxnce ] — There was a tiny haze of disapproval, ( well, tiny isn’t appropriate, perhaps a thick blanket of dark haze would rather be more apt ) and a high rise of awkward tension in the enclosed air and what should one do when trapped in such situation? — Easing into the most comfortable space she could fidget her slim body in as the brunette coerce to the temporary suffocation. The one next to her has not uttered a word at all and it was just as well since she wasn’t a fan of awkward small talks. Encountering a stranger can be totally meaningless, especially when one is certain they wouldn’t cross path again in the future. Nonetheless, her appreciation towards his kind self remained concealed under her cold demeanor. The taxi driver, perhaps not a fan of tension atmosphere, has compelled into taking a shorter route. Bless him ! The scene outside the light tinted window switched from a busy traffic to rows of trees which gradually disappeared as they entered an idyllic quiet neighborhood. Her focus of attention shifted to the heart of an empty park, where a blurred clip of an excited young girl standing at the edge of the small pond, feeding breadcrumbs to the swans. By her side, were her parents who watched her every moves, ready to spring into action should the little girl meet with any minor mishap. The memories played so passionately in her head that she could feel strong emotions welled up. Her throat tightened. It reminded her pathetically how lonely she was. She exhaled and closed her eyes; a desperate attempt, not necessarily a success, to delete the scene from her mind. “How far more are we?” Her soft voice boomed over the still air, questioning the driver.
RP PARTNER (quietly): so, it's a little silly, but I had this plot idea and I was wondering if you were up for it? It's okay if you say no, I just thought it'd be fun-
ME(at full volume): IM ALWAYS A SLUT FOR PLOTS.
[ thexlovelyones ]
To the public, Hanjoon came off as a bright and goofy kid who probably gotten average grades in school with average talent and all. To most people who didn’t know him personally would be shocked to find out that Hanjoon was in fact more then what meets the eye. than young man was incredibly smart with a high IQ and photographic memory that helped him store so much knowledge that even Einstein or Stephen Hawkings would be impressed with. Hanjoon’s mood in private was different then it was in public as well, having a goofy and smiley person with childlike features to the world but a mellow and mature state of mind whenever he was on the job or being professional. some would accuse him of having a split personality. And With all of that being said, he was positive that this woman before him was thinking that he was just some kid with a clean and average appearance, which to her unknowing was just an act.
However, even though this woman was probably standing there knowing she knew everything about him, Hanjoon had already known everything about her the moment she “pretended” to accidentally bump into him, causing him to drop his food to where she offers to buy him more, leading to them sitting down and having a chat. Hanjoon had to admit she was pretty good at her job. If he was any normal person he would have just though she was a kind lady. And what was her job? Hanjoon knew that she was an NIS agent from the moment he noticed her face across the food court in the mall. A few months ago he had hacked into the NIS database after completing a job that the said agency had hired him to do, a simple hacking into software for international business to help stop a fraud incident, and while doing so he had memorized every file on every agent that worked or was owned by the NIS, hence his knowledge of her right away. The young hacker was sure she knew of his secret identity as one of the best hackers in the world ( a title given to him by many government officials as well as underground superiors ) and he knew that he was probably recommended to her by an official to help her on a job, but since she wasn’t giving her identity away just yet, he might as well play with her and not reveal his true potential to her right away. It was all serious game play to him.
“Its more of a full time job if you ask me, with all the requests I get at the Internet Cafe to help cheat through games” He laughed as he licked his fingers of the food he was eating. “What can I help you with? I will do anything but hack into an orphanage or charity to steal money, cause thats just wrong.”
She was barely concentrating. There was too much craziness surrounding them. With the onslaught of food smells and the loud voices which grew animated, pair of curious eyes briefly closed under dark lashes for a temporary self retreat, wishing somehow the chaos would disappear. But wishes are only granted in fairy tales. And she has stopped believing in one since she was sixteen. A mental note was scribbled at the back of her head as she heaved a sigh of pending mini frustrations over the screaming voices of little ones, running around in what they may have imagined a playground — she would refuse any task involving similar venues as such in the near future. "I'm a law abiding citizen.” The words slipped off her tongue effortlessly. Her expression remains stoic considering what she is about to present to him next would be of a grave matter. “I won’t question your method but I would, perhaps one day, like you to assist me in searching for certain people.” She played cautious in delivering her words although fully aware of the man across her, is capable of being secretive. They have different personalities, she noted, but certain he is far more interesting than those she has worked with before. “I guess there’s no need to introduce myself?” The question was thrown lightly as her gaze fell upon him. She assumed, based loosely on his profession and skills, the male has recognized her right from the moment she knocked over his tray of food. “But if you do need a formal standard of procedure, I’m Chantelle.”
— ℘rologu℮ With his back pressed against the brick wall, he leaned his head to the side to take a quick glance and see the other side, checking if someone was there. He was quick to move back and look at her, bringing a finger close to his lips to tell her to keep quiet. “Just be really quiet and we’ll be out of here in no time.” He spoke in a hushed tone. He knows that she must be getting impatient, but they had to be careful to not get caught. Jaewook grabbed her hand and began to take careful, but swift, steps towards the door. He slowly turns the knob to open the door, taking a look quick glance around before he opened the door, wishing that it wouldn’t creak too much or make too much noise. Once the door was opened, he began to walk quickly, tugging her along, and move far away from the place they were in before.
[ moonjwk ] — Whatever happens, they say afterwards, it must have been fate. When someone is saved from harm, they say, it’s a miracle. And when someone butts in unexpectedly, she would call it as plain nosy. But she wouldn’t placed heavy blames on him. With her solo perception, it was considered a surprise when she realize he, a stranger — who had sprung up from nowhere amid the busy Myeongdong subway station — noticed too she was being followed. A slight seconds of doubt has almost caused the high adrenaline in her to react and attack him but he was quick to save his own life. And hers. She didn’t retaliate when the unknown identity led her into an unoccupied electrical maintenance room which was left surprisingly ajar, leaving her wondering what a lack in security. But what was more bizarre to her, is his courage; she could only conclude, not everyone would pay attention to the sign which reads, “Caution. Keep Away,’ imprinted boldly in red found on the door. “ Just be really quiet and we’ll be out of here in no time.” She was clearly amused how it does not occur to him, she might be the dangerous one? Though ! How she’d love to see his reaction then. When they stepped out into the busy part of the station, after confirming they lost the two pursuers, she gently, but firmly, pulled her hand away from his grip. “Do you by any chance, spend your time loitering in subway stations, visioning yourself as a hero?”
