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@shinmuyeong
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OK. I'm gone. To bed. And all that.
Had fun playing with y'all! I'll be back soon!
"Laaaaaang!" -hides behind him-
"What?"
"Wait… Do you know this guy? And you went to him when injured? What is he, some kind of doctor?”
"Yes. Well, I used to go to him before I started living with you, Lang. He is a doctor."
"Just who exactly is this doctor? He sounds like a discredit to the medical industry. Though... He's chachaoong, isn't he?"
"Laaaaaang!" -hides behind him-
"What?"
*sighs, then claps his hand roughly down on Izzy’s head* “Just one. Can’t you handle them?”
"But Laaaaaang. He always teased me whenever I get hurt. He poked my injuries whenever I go to him."
"Wait... Do you know this guy? And you went to him when injured? What is he, some kind of doctor?"
"Laaaaaang!" -hides behind him-
"What?"
"What, just one person?"
"Yes!"
*sighs, then claps his hand roughly down on Izzy's head* "Just one. Can't you handle them?"
She was, in fact, doing well. And now that he had complimented her and worn the scarf, Sora felt even better than before; There was a sigh of relief that slipped past her once he expressed his thanks.
He liked it.
"It suits you!" she exclaimed with a bright smile on feminine features. Then she leaned over to him and glanced up at him through eyelashes. "See, see, I did well, didn’t I?" However the smug smile on her lips vanished at the sight of the exchange of gifts. It was so like him to have already predicted her to do something like this. She thought that perhaps this time she had been one step ahead of him. Unfortunately, fate was not on her side and that hope was crushed.
But the woman was honestly surprised that he had remembered such a minor detail of her life when he had his own important affairs to take care of. “Ah, you really shouldn’t have…!” Despite her consciousness telling her to reject the gift, the back of her mind scolded her to take it. Otherwise it would have been interpreted as being rude. Besides, it wasn’t such an odd thing to give corresponding gifts for special occasions such as this, right?
The gift was beautifully wrapped, she silently noted, while hands traced along the corners of the box. Much better than her own wrapping. Ahh, why was he so perfect at everything? She was glad that had never had to go against him in any competitions since it was clear he would always defeat her. She actually felt somewhat bad for tearing the wrapping off due to its physical attractiveness. It was a shame.
An endless amount of appreciation grew within her much smaller build than his, and the smile that etched itself onto borders clearly communicated that. “.. Thank you.” Since the last time she had seen him, he appeared to be doing just fine which was a huge relief off of her shoulders. “I’m actually quite surprised you remembered this. Seriously, thank you,” she repeated before bringing the box inside her own messenger bag.
There had to be something she could do to exhibit sentiment for her dear friend. An idea struck her easily. Surely he wouldn’t mind this, and Sora closed the distance between the pair. “Hey, mind if we go out for a drink or something? I’ll treat!” It was the least she could do in return.
"Yes, yes, you did well." His lips twitched at her smirk, as he watched her expression change at the sight of his gift.
"Well, you shouldn't have made me this either, Nuna." He tugged on the folds of the scarf and cocked an eyebrow at her.
The taller man gazed down at her, fuchsia eyes soft as she gingerly tore into the gift. The smile that blossomed on her face told him everything he needed to know.
Her joy was evident, and the warmth that spread across his body had very little to do with the scarf that hugged his neck. "How could I possibly forget you needed a laptop? Especially when you practically wore my ears off with your complaints about them."
But his irritated sounding words were not matched by the tone in which he spoke them. Rather, he tilted his head at her and smiled faintly.
Her sudden approach caught him off guard. Suddenly she was peering up into his face from close range. Behind wire-rimmed glasses, his eyes widened a fraction. He hesitated a moment, the schedule of the day running through his brain.
There was so much to do, but... It could wait.
"... Your treat, huh? Guess I can't turn that down."
"Laaaaaang!" -hides behind him-
"What?"
"A scary person wants to poke me with his needle."
"What, just one person?"
Hello, my subject of experiment-.
"Wha… Who the hell are you? And since when did I give you permission to experiment on me!?”
Ah… No? It’s my mind. if you resist my experiment, I will force to eat my medicine to you. #churgle
"... You're not force-feeding me any damn thing. And you're not experimenting on me either. Don't know where the hell you think you get off, but I'll peel your face off your skull if you so much as come near me with those... Things..."
doctor-sora replied to your post:Out of Bullets: Online
{ i think ignatio was my favorite. bless that child ; v ; }
Haha, that one Eunyul-Mun helped me brainstorm. Made me laugh. XD
"I’d choose you. (maybe)" it was too perfect. i could see ignatio doing that
thank you guys for making those v - day cards /cries
Hehehe~ You're welcome. It was fun. ^~^
"Laaaaaang!" -hides behind him-
"What?"
13, 14, 20, 21, 50
I so knew someone would do 13. XDDD
13. Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general
Gray-asexual, possibly Demi-sexual. Muyeong is rarely (if ever!) sexually attracted to anyone. But he has deep and powerful feelings of love towards people nonetheless. His platonic love is more powerful than most people's romantic love.
14. Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.)
His left arm is criss-crossed with numerous scars, from a self-harming episode that almost caused his death. He doesn't exactly remember the details of this, thanks to having his memories erased in reaction to his agony.
After being poisoned, his left arm also has an odd catch to it. It no longer reacts as it should, and is sometimes so weak he almost drops things he's holding. Pain twinges through it at intervals too.
His eyes are incredibly powerful. He can see to outrageous distances, which ability he finds distasteful. Thus he attempts to stifle it through prescription glasses.
He also has the typical Chachaoong physical stamina, strength, and weapon conjuring abilities.
20. Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?
Muyeong was physically an incredibly healthy child. His mental state was much less straightforward.
After having his memories erased, the self-harm stopped. But he rapidly discovered that he had abilities beyond that of his parents and peers. Wanting to fit in and not terrify people, he smothered every bit of difference in his body he could find. But he could never rid himself of the deep feeling of "not belonging".
While Muyeong may not have had actual mental illnesses for much of his childhood, he definitely tipped towards the spectrum of depression.
21. Turn-ons? Turn-offs?
Turn-ons:
Kindness
Selflessness
Drive
Willingness to Learn
Turn-offs:
Cruelty
Selfishness
Laziness
Know-It-All-ishness
Taking Advantage of People
50. Is this person afraid of dying? Why or why not?
No he's not. First off, he's terribly confident in his ability to survive. Which is not misplaced. He knows enough about Chachaoongs to know the limits of his body, and is intelligent and gritty enough to work his way out of most any situation. But even when faced with almost certain death, his own demise is not his concern.
Rather, it's the safety of the people he cares about. If they are safe, his safety is irrelevant.
He feels he's not really worth saving. So his life is expendable.
But seriously, he's reallyreally confident in himself too. He's not gonna die aaaaaaanytime soon.
"How drunk are you right now?"
The brunette sucked in a breath - tears rolling down her cheeks as she shucked the empty bottle of vodka at the sink. “F-F-Fuck no.” She growled, angry and yet saddened. Minatsuki didn’t even bother to see who it was that called her - or even recognized the voice. ” ‘Mmmm just upset. “
"That’s the thing, I’m always angry. "
He didn’t say anything to this. But his expression was unusually gentle as he waited for her to finally accept his hand and stand on her feet.
As her tiny body shifted against him, her shoulder brushed the hard bottle in his coat pocket. A swift gesture behind his back, and suddenly the bottle vanished in tendrils of black. He didn't think she’d notice the change in texture, considering how drunk she was already, but he could only hope. Dropping his hand on her other shoulder to steady her, his voice came out even and reassuring. “You need a place to stay, right? Well I’ll find you one. If you need help packing, we can do that first. What’s left to pack? We’ll find that bottle too, so don’t worry about that.”
He wasn’t lying about the bottle. But he was putting her off. It wasn’t the right time to drink herself into a weeping puddle. Yet he knew that sometimes… Just sometimes… Heavy drinking was needed to dull overwhelming pain.
But he would never tell her how intimately he understood this truth.
"It looks like most everything of yours is already packed…"
It was almost like a trigger - so the tears started to roll down her pale cheeks, eyes widening to doe-like proportions. He was going to help her? Mina had always assumed that Muyeong would pick his own kind over a lowly little human like herself.
The gentle and reassuring look upon his face had only made the tears fall faster, the brunette’s breath coming in uneven sobs. It was surely the alcohol that was taking an effect on her wild emotions, but with having no one to turn to for months on end, it was a relief to finally have someone who wanted to help her.
One that maybe understood.
—- But no, maybe he didn’t understand. After all, he wasn’t the one who stuck around someone for two years just to have them push you aside. He didn’t fall in love with someone utterly emotionless.
" It is… " She sobbed, her vision blurred as she reached up to wipe her tears with the back of her hand. " I want to leave…now…I never want to look back here ever again — I would rather end my life before ever setting eyes on that bastard. " At this rate, it seemed like the Hummingbird was never going to get over her betrayal, but it was all in due time. " I don’t want to be hurt anymore. I’m tired of it. I want to be the one with the happy ending….I don’t get why he has to be the one with the happy ending. He gets a beautiful woman he beds, he loves her, he tells her he loves her ————- I’m just no good am I? I tried to change myself so he could just maybe look past the fucked up person I became…."
" ————— But it still wasn’t good enough. I’m still not good enough. And I’ll never be good enough for anything. It’s just…unfair. Hiljo cast me aside - I’m nothing. Jena and Haje too - they don’t come my to see me anymore. Ignatio is someone I don’t even know anymore. But then again I’m just overreacting again, am I? I’m a kid who’s crying because she didn’t get what she wanted…. “
To his horror, the girl's large eyes welled up, and clear drops trickled down her cheeks. He flinched and grit his teeth, unsure of how to handle the tears.
But despite the drunken unevenness of her sobs, the erratic lilt of her voice, what she was actually saying made perfect sense. They say that being drunk simply lets out the true heart of a person. In this case... The tall chachaoong knew it was true.
Before he even realized what he was doing, his large and slender hand had fallen on top of her head. And there he left it as she wept, her fears, her hurts, and her deepest wishes flooding out between heaving sobs and shuddering breaths.
The more her voice went on, the more his gut twisted. As she finally finished, her voice trailing off, his arms slid silently around her, and his hand dropped down to press her head into his coat.
"You're wrong." There was a strangely dangerous edge to his even voice. If she were to look up, she'd see his fuchsia eyes glinting as he gazed down at her. "You are good enough. Just because the people around you are unable to see you as you truly are, doesn't mean it's your fault."
Letting go of her head, he crooked his fingers under her chin and lifted her face so their eyes met. "You've got a load of spirit, Dongsaeng. You'll be fine."
Then he ruffled her hair and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. Apparently on cue, black shadows rose and engulfed them.
When the shadows cleared, they were in...
An office room.
A computer desk sat by a brick wall, and a couch rested against the wall across from it. A black leather office chair was tucked neatly behind the desk, and bookshelves lined the wall by the door.
"Shadow..." Muyeong gave the Yongma a look. It rose from the floor immediately, a friendly little blob of black with red eyes. One tendril stretched out, the elusive bottle grasped at the end.
"Looks like he found it. This what you were looking for?"
The Yongma held the bottle out to her, blinking periodically.
doctor-sora replied to your post:Out of Bullets: Online
{ i think ignatio was my favorite. bless that child ; v ; }
Haha, that one Eunyul-Mun helped me brainstorm. Made me laugh. XD
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Hello, my subject of experiment-.
"Wha... Who the hell are you? And since when did I give you permission to experiment on me!?"
Out of Bullets: Online
Hello frands. I know I haven't been around much, but I've been thiiiinking about you~!
Also I'm still laughing at my Valentines. Because THEY WERE FUNNY OK.
Which ones were y'all's favorites? I'm still trying to decide...
Happy Valentine's Day~
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Visage caught the figure of her dear friend and immediately lips curled into a smile and she ran over to his side. “Muyeong! I’m glad I finally found you!” The passing of the year had just occurred and she had prepared a small gift for him. “Happy New Years! I know it isn’t much, but it’s been getting cold out so I thought you might need it.”
Inside was a neatly packaged black knitted scarf that she had made by hand, however it had taken well over a month to complete since she had been completely new to the diy project. “I’m pretty proud of myself. I managed to make it without any holes, and it looks nice and neat. You definitely have to wear it, okay?”
He'd seen her long before she saw him. But he waited, just walking casually towards her until she noticed. Her face lit up in recognition and his own expression softened in return. The hand resting on his large messenger bag lifted and waved at her.
"Hello Nuna. You appear to be doing well."
Any further comment was interrupted by her shoving a package in his face. He blinked at it, listening to her explanation. Then taking it from her, he opened the gift and withdrew the scarf.
It unfolded as he lifted it, slithering down nearly to his knees. Her proud description made his lips twitch.
"Well, well..." he said, tucking the box under his arm and flinging the scarf around his neck. Quick hands arranged the scarf in a double fold and loop, then tucked the ends down his coat. Then he stood still, fingers still buried luxuriously in the folds.
"I had no idea you could knit. This is very well done. Thank you." He smiled at her, pulling his hands away from the scarf rather reluctantly.
Muyeong knew Sora very well. When he came to find her, he came prepared for the "surprise" gift.
With a surprise of his own.
"Here." He flipped open the messenger bag and pulled out a large, precisely wrapped gift. The paper was black and glossy, with a silver ribbon tied around it. He handed it to her.
Inside was the very thing she'd been complaining about not having for months now. A laptop. Powerful enough to run her essential programs, and with a 17", brilliant screen.
As he watched her open it, his fingers went back up to the scarf and stayed there.