#`studmuffin

[blyoeu]

-- The shadows call for you, @mojoxjojoe​!

"Mama,” Byung calls out, racing up to his twin with a frantic look on his face; his eyes are wide and sclera darkening to a grayish shade but he pays it no mind. His tone sounds as desperate as he feels, tugging a few times on Mojoe’s arm with a pitiful whine. “Help me! You need to come with me-- There’s something I need to show you! And-- and you need to help me. Please, please, please?”

[blyoeu]

“Stop, drop and roll, baby, you're on fire!”

"Don’t just stand there,” Byung exclaims in momentarily panic, swatting at his arm with his other hand in an attempt to put out the flames. This is his favourite jacket, too, and he can’t believe he forgot that, even if he’s not bothered by the flames, clothes can quickly catch fire.

When the flames only grow in size, Byung lets out a yelp and drops to the ground, taking the advice of his twin despite the delay. He’s quick to roll around on the ground, despite how gross it is, and lets out a high-pitched screeching noise. “WHY DOES THIS ALWAYS HAPPEN TO ME?!” 

[blyoeu]

“Are you trying to hold my hand?”

– Reaction Sentences // for @mojoxjojoe!

Of all the twins, Byung feels like he’s the least closest to the other. With L.Joe, it’s childish banter and lobbied insults. With Hunnie, it’s cuddles and adorable, vomit-inducing sweetness. But with Mojoe, Byung isn’t sure where he stands. He knows they’re close, can definitely tell. Mojoe would do anything for him and he would do anything for Mojoe; but there’s this odd feeling between them.

At least, for Byung there is. He feels like he can’t play around with Mojoe like he does with L.Joe, nor get all cuddly and close -- in fear of having walking fishes try to gut him -- so Byung doesn’t know how to really approach Mojoe without feeling like he’s about to do something wrong.

So this is the perfect solution, he thinks. 

“Yes, I am,” he says shamelessly, lacing his fingers between Mojoe’s after he takes hold of his twin’s hand. He starts swinging their arms between them, a wide grin gracing his features, while they walk around. “And I won’t accept any protests.”