Last name ever, first name greatest.
"Ay, man, wassup?" His tone was cheerful and a smile marked his features, his fingers running through his hair as if to fix it back into place. He settled back onto the soles of his feet after rocking up onto his toes, allowing his hands to drop to his sides and hook their thumbs in the fabric of his pockets. "The name's Mino and I'm the rapper from the trainee group, WINNER. Named as such 'cause we straight winnin', ya feel?"
He cocked his head to the side, his tongue swiping across his lower lip to wet it and the action was carried out with a playful seductive manner; it was just his nature, that's all. "So I'm gonna need help from ya, and I really hate to ask for it--but ya gotta do what ya gotta do, right?"
He chuckled and then cleared his throat. "I'm new around here, an' all, so I ain't got too many boys to hang with," he holds up both of his hands as if he was shrugging, but he didn't follow through with the motion of his shoulders. "On the same hand, I ain't got many pretty ladies to add a little beauty to the view, you see my problem?"
"In short, what I'm askin' for is that you swing by and say hello--give us somebody to talk to." He flashed his most charming of smiles and lowered his hands again, bowing his head politely. "Please, it'd be mega appreciated." He may have been a rapper, and according to his fellow group mate, a wannabe gangster, but he'd always retain his manners. Once he straightened up again, he clapped his hands together and gasped, struck by a memory. "Oh, and could you maybe check out my bae while you're at it?"
