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tiegris replied to your post: “Do you like magic?”
"I'm no magician but I noticed there was a free show tonight." She twisted her body to point to the sign she had just passed with the information on it.
"Ah." Humming in interest, he nodded a few times as he took in the information on the sign. "Well. Is this an invitation to go together? Just so you know, I'm not paying for any treats."
pericol:
Adjusting the face mask he wore, Adam glanced around for a few moments, finding himself slightly disoriented in a part of the city he’d rarely wandered through. Glancing up to the tall strange who seemed to be equally lost as him, he turned in a slight circle before letting out a small laugh. ❝ We pick a direction and hope for the best, I think, ❞ he replied, the small cold he had making his accent a bit more obvious than usual.
So maybe Jiaheng wasn't Korean, and maybe it could be hard for him to understand the speech of someone who was, but when they were both a foreigner and ill in a way that affected their pronunciation, he had more than a little trouble. ❝ Ah, ❞ he says after a short moment, rubbing at his neck and taking a glance every which way. ❝ Well... people always say always go left, right? ❞
hanmiku:
話を。。。！— "you always say that, jia-kun, but i’m just a huge loser!" his cheeks flare with anger, kicking the basketball for what would be the umpteenth time he was unable to master the art of ‘fending for himself.’ it was always jiaheng who would have to brush away the kids teasing him for playing in the court. miku was just sick of playing the victim. “you don’t need to help me all the time!”
"You're only a loser if you give up!" he protests, leaning down to scoop the ball up with one hand and tuck it under his arm. Honestly, he does feel bad for the boy, having maybe taken his own height and strength for granted and only realising it when pitched with someone who lacked both. "If you don't want me to help, I won't. I'll walk away now and you'll be able to do it on your own."
gikwvngie:
! -- jiaheng smiled almost nervously, near regretting the impulse that had caused the compliment to spill from his lips. while he tried to remain stoic, his smile widened at the cute reaction he received, eyes following the man's hand as it fell over his chest. a chuckle then escaped his lips, albeit a little shaky, as nerves still lingered in his mind. he greeted the stranger's face -- just as cute as his mannerisms, jiaheng thought -- with a little wave, surprised when his hands were taken by the other's much smaller pair. he couldn't bear to look away from how the boy's eyes sparkled with something jiaheng had seen before only from fans; how had he become deserving of such a gaze with only one short, stuttered compliment? ❝ You're very welcome, ❞ he started, itching to scratch the nape of his neck. ❝ Me? Hah, no way.❞
yoseixaya replied to your post: “Now, look what you did!”
"you say this but that specific flower had life too!" she huffed. "it's like one person is killed and the killer says 'it's okay there are more humans in the world!'. i'm judging you hard." she said folding her hands in front of her chest.
"Aya..." He resisted the urge to laugh, nudging her shoulder instead and pursing his lips. "Flowers don't have feelings-- and I'm not a killer!" He huffed, narrowing his eyes at her and wrinkling his nose. "Alright... do I have to beg for forgiveness?"
"I have something to say. Three words, eight letters. I...got food."
"Food?" Jiaheng perks up, phone pressed to his ear. "What type of food? And where?"
“Someone was talking smack about you, long story short I spent a night in a cell.”
Brows raising in surprise at first, Jiaheng’s lips soon pull into a fond smile. “Cute. But also— very irresponsible.” He tuts, hand landing on her head and ruffling her hair. "You know I don't care about those things."
“You’ve told me that story twenty times already.”
"I have?" Jiaheng groans, picking up a pillow from his side and pressing it to his face, limbs sprawled across the sofa haphazardly. "I’m just… so bored.”
