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뭐라구 !? @kmevnmi : cont

         Feigned convulsion drawn atop his expression and his face instantly turned mortified, as if genuinely affronted by her disapproval of his anserine word. His palm of hand placed atop his chest and he bored his gaze onto hers with haughty exasperation.   ❛ Um, I think not ma’am -- let me inform you that my eye sight is the best, ten out of ten just as myself -- I’m incredible, wise and the best at everything, so when I say you’re ugly trust me, my profound sense of sight has determined that you’re ugly. Sorry to burst your bubble. ❜

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* 뭐라구 !? @jinseinoai​ : cont.

          ❛ The theory is nice, ❜   he must confess -- his somewhat philosophic side (so to say) has progressed into immense dimension as of recently and now when ever there is a thought or notion which crosses his mind no longer does he dismisses or alienates it in a rather juvenile way of thinking (his mindset still fitting to the adolescent he is, or at least feels as for he is merely a young adult) but he gives time to process and ponder, ultimately reach inferences. Has he matured? In a sense, yes -- albeit, his maturity so to speak, comes with a price; a certain light of heartening nature deceased and solemnity of crestfallen nature, once he’s reached the comprehension about life in general and what are the costs of being alive. Is he being too dramatic to fall into the melancolia or perhaps indifference once his workload and responsibilities increase? Most likely. ❛ But. Feeling that terror you’re describing ... it’s not emptiness, you know? Because fear is an emotion and once you feel it, then you’re not empty -- I’m not sure if you can follow my logic, ❜   He himself could not,   ❛ -- but there’s some certain peacefulness in being empty. I mean, recently I’ve seen how many times people allow their emotions take over them subconsciously whether negative or positive and that remaining composed throughout most of events in your life... that’s... easier. I think. ❜   Giving into the pressure or duress one can experience in his eyes signifies how fragile the human heart truly is. While he became aware of himself being as weak as everyone (despite endless denial) petrified him -- he reached realization of his own vulnarability, and that was dreadful.   ❛ Are you completely sure it’s not a good feeling? Sometimes, it looks like being aloof is better than giving into your emotions -- makes things easier, to manage throughout life without letting every sensation overwhelm you and shake up your world. I prefer it that way. ❜

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“Can we be real, if my name was Sebastian and I had a cool Jamaican accent you’d totally help me. You would, you know you would.”

         ❛ I might not be a big expert on names and their origin but I’m not sure if Sebastian is a Jamaican name but hey, even if your name was Kinta Kunte or anything along these lines, totally masculine as oppose of you I’d still help – even if your name was, uh, ehm, I don’t know- think of an absurd name with an absurd accent… I’d still help. ❜   He’s losing his point and at that very period of time he is simply maundering applesauce. If he will not be ceased from his usual foolishness then he just might perturb himself and that is currently the opposite of the impression he wishes to create towards the stranger – he wants to portray himself as the affable boy who he is; kind and humanitarian and always willing to offer a hand if feasible therefore, mortification is not a relevant option for him to experience. Then, he consciously (and fortunately enough) halts himself just in time – only a mild snicker erupts from his lips and his eye show an earnest good will which he holds. It is not a rare sight with his youngster – he’s very amiable when needed. Now, he awaits for his mind to form another poor attempt of socialization – all in order of seeming somewhat amusing or affable or anything along these lines … to make a positive impression. She asked for help, hasn’t she? Then she might as well receive a delighted approach along the process.   ❛ Fortuantely, your name’s pretty ordinary and you don’t really have any dialect in your speech making it even easier for us to communicate therefore, for me to give you some of the help I have got to offer! ❜

❛I– I uhm, forgot what you even asked me to do…? Heh.❜

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Hey, I heard you got a hot bestfriend named Eunmi. I'd love to meet this friend of yours -anon

          ❛ Hm, I wouldn’t recommned... She pretty much sucks. ❜

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That's too bad though. Sweets and I are inseparable.

         ❛ That’s not entirely true… sweets can harm you if you overdose I mean caries, and diabetes and let alone that sugar is unhealthy for you if you eat too much of it… I mean, if the health issues this causes do not alarm you then maybe I should press a sensitive spot to all women (that’s at least what mom says) and say that it’ll make you eventually fat. Like, fat, overweight that you’ll need to buy a new pair of jeans since you won’t fit. Don’t get me wrong, sweets are awesome and sugar is eventally a significant source of energy in your body, and it’s okay to eat some once in a while but moderatedly... Excess glucose fills your body with more suagr than needed and your liver’s sugar storage capacity is exceeded -- when the liver is maximally full, the excess sugar is converted by the liver into fatty acids. Mhm, fat -- and returns to the bloodstream. It fills places like stomach, hips, butt...? Once these regions are full of adipose tissue, the fatty acids begin to spill over into your organs like the heart liver and kidneys which reduces organ ability, raises blood pressure, decreases metabolism.... You get what I’m trying to say, right? Look, you’re getting me in a mom mode since I’m worried for your health… tsk. Besides, just for your knowledge I will not carry you places if you gain weight, I won’t help you get up from the floor like I usually do. ❜

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"You look homeless." With her arms crossed over her chest, Anastasia merely stared at the child who stood a couple of feet away from her. It was late into the night already and there was no moon hanging above them, the dark clouds blocking its shine to give light to this dark Earth. "Children like you shouldn't be out so late at night. Isn't it way past your bedtime?"

      ❛ ... huh??? ❜

            Her ruby lips are joined still as if interluding for a response from him ... as if ... waiting? Hm, seems that he must offer a reply even if it is the last thing which he wishes to do that very moment -- if he could he would detach himself from the situation in an instant yet given the fact that he has got to strength to get up and move (nonetheless that he cannot forsee her response to such vulgarity of leaving when spoken to -- despite her own crudity in the tone of her voice) he does not. Simply, the boy is seated on the cold metal rod (at this point of time it has heated slightly with his body temperature) and now his cell phone is locked and clutched between his palm of hand. A smokey, translucent cloud emits his lips elegantlly as he heaves an exhale -- she called him a ‘child’ and he could just punch her. But he will not for he isn’t the type of boy who was raised any other way than cordiallity and courtesy. He’s just all words, never actions. Regardless of these facts the indignation which he feels rising in his blood cannot be discharged by his usual geniality and right now in moments when solemn he looks a few years older than his current age which is another reason why he instantely becomes so vexed with her persecution; not only was it somewhat discourteous to boldly interact in such an attitude towards a stranger who is seated in solitude without causing any interference to anyone, but referring to him as a child ... hm, he’s certain now (the more that he ponders about this) that solicitude is nowhere near her intentions. Well, that can be crossed off the list of reason why she may have said what she said. Moving onwards -- is it to cause him exasperation or to entrertain herself because she has got nothing else better to do with her time? Those are reason he is definitely contemplating these moments. Otherwise, why would she refer to him as a child more than once when it is one term he abhors the most? Between ungainly frowns and twitches lips he glances back at her, awaiting to see if she retorts back and when she does not that is the moment which he decides to shoot a somewhat cheeky respose.  

❛ Did you wake up today deciding to be a bitch and find someone to annoy with your haugty ass? Because it seems like your’e the type to enjoy being an ignorant shrew. ❜      

If his mother were to hear this he would most feasibly get smacked at the top of his head. Yet, she is not there and neither is his self control to halt himself from doing anything that would ultimately get him in trouble. Anastasia’s semblance (and vanity) does not jeopardize him -- yes, she is indeed meancing with the shade of her lips and the solemnity in her approach ableit so can he seem forbidding if he wishes to. It seems as if the more he grows the less patient he becomes, the less civil and gracious he is ... almost, in growing in reverse. When he was fifteen he was so lovable and humble, when he was seventeen he was so wise and filled with such incredible humanitarian intentions and now that he is nineteen....  well, he’s impertinent and indelicate, impatient and bulky. The exact opposite of what his parents would have prospected him to grow as -- life has yet to hit him hard on the head enough to adjust such conduct to himself although, here he is; speaking informally and with manifest chagrin towards merely a stranger. He should know his place and he should also know how to avoid mishaps but it seems as if recently, he’s solely a trouble magnet. A lost teenage boy. 

    ❛ It’s late and I could ask you the same thing... what do you want? ❜  

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@kooknims​ : cont.

         The lack of elation did hit him -- somewhere in the midst of his chest he felt some sharp movement, a sentiment he has yet gathered enough strength to process and identify -- feasibly it was disappointment... most likely, for he had hoped the young toddler would express at least mild incandescence or glee to see him. Then again, he was merely a stranger for the boy and the more he thought about it, Jinhong reached the denouement that he, too, would have not become excessively exhilarated towards a meeting with someone he was not completely close to. All of those did feed his insecurities and anxiety successfully, albeit -- thing would ultimately change as the youngster had reached the decision that he shall make the little boy like him. He would be the best uncle there is in the whole wide world (completely realistic and attainable of him).   ❛ Home? I promised your mommy that I’ll watch over you tonight so-- I was thinking we could go somewhere fun like the arcade or a playground... whatever you choose. ❜