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[sleepyeri-blog]

ravjunhoe started following you

do you wanna fight

[gryeri-blog]

Well, I’m giving up a possible portion of fries, so I’m pretty sure someone ( / stares pointedly at you ) could cough up a small compensation. Thanks for the worry, but I can afford to listen to cravings, you know? Besides, it’s free food. 

oh, wait, ye mean me? (--*she raises one of her brows, while the other keeps furrowed as she follows the line of his gazes. her index points at herself innocently, eyelashes fluttering open and closed in the most charming way she could think of producing. obviously he hadn't heard about the very well known stereotypical the americans held about the scottish, and for that she sighs out.) aren't yer hopes so, so well cute, lad? there's naethin' free on this world.

[sleepyeri-blog]

neck, cheeks and feet~

neck

hyeri's neck is long and skinny, but not excessively, as she is a bit taller than the average korean due to the scottish and french blood mixing. it is very fair, and free from any marks (birth or self-inflicted) but a single dot on its left side, almost on her collarbones, which is barely noticeable unless you take a closer look.

at last, her neck is in the perfect proportion to her body, even if it looks a bit too giraffe-y sometimes due to her chin-length hair. nevertheless, she has been told her neck and collarbones are quite a sexy sight, especially as her hair colour gives it a nice contrast.

cheeks

her cheeks aren't like most of girls' in many aspects: they aren't thin, but they've never carried baby fat or any type of fat, and they aren't as high cheekbone-wise when she smiles, but naturally, to the distaste of her mother.

they are as pale as any other part of her face or neck, but, along with the are of her collarbones and the tip of her ears, they are the easiest and fastest to flush, when such a rare thing happens.

the side of her mouth and nose has started to show that she might have deep wrinkles, as they look usually deeper when she smiles or laughs, which has lead her to have a quiet dimple when she opens her mouth too wide (to give her loud big laugh, by example).

rarely she applies make-up on this area too, or else she'll look much like a doll and hyeri is not made out of porcelain.

feet

she has um, regular feet? her height isn't a too short one, nor too tall and her feet might just be a little bit too big for her mom's and the korean's high "proper lady" standards, at least: 6.5 (or 38 for me, and 9 for usa). while you'd think she has paler feet than her body, the truth is that her feet get cold too fast, and as soon as she takes out a sock they are in an adorable tone of pink.

hyeri often gets her nails done (red and blue are her favorite colours of nail polish), and can not stand smelly feet or ugly feet in any way--contradictory to her claim of not being girly. you can always find her with at least two pair of socks, and platform heels or boots, if not sneakers--she hates using flip flops or any shoe with open parts.

and her feet balls, bones and everything else that keeps her balance are very good, healthy and strong after years of running with free feet by the woods, or climbing high things with heels or classy winter boots.

[sleepyeri-blog]

The dark, bugs, failing an exam, and junhoe's manliness

i'm-- 2 or 3 out of 10 to the dark, because being inside huge sea horses' must be  as black as the earl of hell’s waistcoat.

bugs are disgusting, but usually not scary. 0,9999 out of 10.

failing an exam would depend on what subject we are talking about, but let's face it, it's impossible.

(--*cackles so loudly.) 0 out of 1000000 for that last one, laddie. maybe on another life.

[sleepyeri-blog]

The scent of coffee and laundry

coffee reminds her of glasgow. it reminds her how it is easily mixed with whisky, leaving a faint smell of alcohol and a strong, acid and bitter scent of black, pure coffee. that one is her father’s—strong, brave, rarely reckless. he pours the alcoholic drink inside of the other, quietly as his mother blabbers in korean and his dad complains about how the local dialect has become something so normal to these rascals. sehun has milk on his coffee, too much milk, and soon his eyes are closing and he’s dozing off with eyes half-opened (no one cares because that’s blaine—). unlike her brother, hyeri’s onyx pearls are wide, their normal side. she doesn’t drink coffee, and she cuts off the old man, perfect glaswegian slipping out of her lips. her father smirks at her as her grandfather stands agape, grandmother staring and sehun wakes up, laughing out loud at proud hyeri just beside him.

she can smell the bubbles just on the next room, and her ears catch her twin’s giggles as if it was just beside her. her stomach twists, as if there is something inside of it, and her lips are tugged open in a grin—she isn’t sure if it is of nervouness or happiness. “sehuna!” she whispers, poking her head inside of the room. all of the clan’s clothes were in the new washing machine, and the oldest twin’s eyes turned to his sister’s, hand motioning for her to approach him and the just dryed out clothes. “help me then." soon, there are no dry clothes. they’re all together, messed up, wet and twisted once the twins ends, and there are twinkles on her brother’s eyes. she laughs, he laughs—that until mama olenne catches both of them, and their ears are pulled until they’re flaming red, from pulling and french.

[littlexdirtbags]

"What? No, I'm not high...do I look high?"