#> interaction.

[iseuls]

with @songdaehyvn​

“excuse me? song daehyun?” rain hoped he’d gotten the name right from the signs on the club earlier. a few drinks had emboldened him enough to talk to a famous person first (presumed-to-be-famous, since rain heard his name so often around the islands), but his memory also tended to err when he entered tipsy territory. he fiddled with the seat of the empty stool next to who was hopefully song daehyun, not quite daring to sit there yet. “i really liked that last song you performed,” he told him earnestly. “i was wondering if you had any cassettes of your work? or a cd would be totally cool too, it's just that i’d have to wait a few weeks for my new cd player to come in since my old one kinda-- you know.” rain gestured vaguely with his half-finished drink in lieu of an explanation.

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with @stcrdreams

all rain could think as he boarded the ferry was, thank god i’m not afraid of the water. crossing over was doubly scarier at night, the not-quite-rhythmic rocking of the boat only intensifying the unease that came with the dark. it was why rain often rushed to the nearest seat possible, afraid of being caught standing when the ferryman decided to start moving and accidentally falling off.

with the ferry typically empty at this time of night, he seldom had problems. but this time? this time, as he power-walked across the wooden flooring to the familiar direction of his usual seat, he ran into something.

“AHDON’TEATME!” he yelled so suddenly that his vocal chords felt whiplash. rain scrambled back a few steps, raising his bag in front of his chest as a makeshift shield, and tried to see--

oh. it was just a person. “sorry,” he stammered. “i wasn’t looking where i was-- is...everything okay? you should really be sitting down, you know!”

[iseuls]

with @leeminis

rain considered himself an optimist. when there was a storm, he thought of the rainbow that would come after; when he hit a low, he thought of how high the upswing would take him; when he brought his hands away from the pottery wheel to reveal a sad, disfigured lump of clay, he thought of how cool that sad, disfigured lump of clay was going to look on his window sill.

or... interesting. yes, that was another word for it.

"i don’t know if i’m cut out for fine arts,” he bemoaned, spinning in his stool to show mini his progress. after initially commissioning her for vases for his flowers, he’d come to the logical conclusion to just ask her for pottery lessons. teach a man to fish, and he’ll eat for a lifetime, right? except rain turned out to be a lot better at fishing than pottery. “look at it! it looks like a mutated earthworm.”

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with @parkhxh

ah, the view. it was nothing short of exhilarating, every bit as picturesque as the local talk made it out to be. rain couldn’t stop gawking at how tiny everything looked-- the moving dots of people, the buildings, and even the islands themselves were dwarfed by the endless, endless swatch of blue that painted the horizon. 

it had taken them quite some time (read: majority of the afternoon) to navigate the part of the forest that overlooked the islands, and all of the proof was in the burn in rain’s legs-- and rain didn’t tire easily, used to working from sun-up to sun-down, so that was saying something. he had felt a little bad about not doing more research about the area before they ventured out here, especially when he'd been so outspoken about both of them conquering their new-ness to starden through some exploration, but hey, they’d found their way there! and all of the wrong turns and mishaps were just a part of the adventure.

right?

“hailey!” he called over his shoulder, scanning the foliage until he spotted the familiar color of her hair and grinned. “here’s the best spot to look! just-- oh, crap, be careful of the roots.” he gingerly backed away from the edge of the cliff, until he could safely turn and hold out a hand in case she needed it for balance.

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with @cadvnce

if rain wasn’t already saturated with the scent of earth and flowers, then he would definitely smell of coffee after his stop at the roost. it was fast becoming a ritual -- whenever he had the day shift at leif’s, that is, because he always needed as much caffeine as he could to get through the rest of the day, usually to keep working on the house repairs. it just so happened that this week, he was working all day shifts -- so there he was, traipsing into the coffee shop to renew his daily visit streak.

he meant for it to be quick, as he meant for all these visits to be quick (just for some coffee, it always went, until he spied the day’s pastries on display), but then he caught sight of a too-familiar face behind the counter and grinned. hyunjin was pretty much the coolest barista he ever knew (the only barista he currently knew, but he digressed), and rain liked to think that they’d had a good week’s worth of conversations so far. “hi! again!” he slid into one of the counter seats without preamble, waving happily at hyunjin. still high off a busy shift, he prattled on, “do you remember the shelf i was telling you about yesterday? i managed to fix it last night! turns out i was trying to screw one of the panels in upside down, hah. but whatever blend you gave me really worked, ‘cause i didn’t crash until 3am. could i have another cup of that?”

[iseuls]

@lcvewell

rain took a long, slow sip of his hot chocolate as the toys onscreen watched andy drive off to college. college. rain supposed that that itself was pretty sad, but he never expected that thinking about it in the point of view of toys who were getting left behind would be even sadder. what was wrong with these animation studios? why would they remind him of all the animals he left behind at the farm and all the different places they probably went to, never able to see him or each other again--

he surprised himself when he tasted salt, realizing only then that some tears had escaped his eyes and rolled all the way down to where he was drinking from the mug. trying to keep the rest of them at bay was starting to take its toll; the hot chocolate made him want to relax, to sit at ease, but the voice shouting at him that you’re still in the diner! people can see you! keep it together! wedged a lump in his throat from the effort of holding back the rest of his tears. oh, he hated pixar. he wasn’t going to watch the rest of these “toy stories” anymore.

he set his mug down as the laptop screen faded to black, but before the credits began rolling up, he caught a glimpse of movement behind him in the screen reflection. rain straightened in the booth immediately, his hands flying up to wipe his face dry. “i'm sorry, is-- was the volume too loud? i tried to keep it low.”

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@yobyul

i5eul: okay i know we just failed that round because of me BUT in my defense, zombies never run that fast. so really that whole game is just wrong i5eul: and i’m using a new mouse so i didn’t mean to shoot you :( i5eul: weeeell the first few times were on purpose, but not the rest