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[fcxcelena]

[ sms ] ... then i'm not taking you.

[ sms ] ...what why

[fcxcelena]

[ sms ] so you'd only want to go to the food stands, nothing else? ...

[ sms ] yes

[fcxcelena]

[ sms ] so you're actually agreeing to go with me? huh. that's new.

[ sms ] no -- i'm agreeing to a free meal

[ sms ] two completely different things, jae

[fcxcelena]

[ sms ] oh, okay. i see.

[ sms ] yeah, you see!

{ * five minute interval of '. . .' }

[ sms ] if we're going you're paying for all the food

[fcxcelena]

[ sms ] to go to the carnival, idiot

{ * a noticeable twitch in her lips }

[ sms ] why would i want to go with you, idiot

[fcxcelena]

Hate and Wrath pretty much.

hate: our characters hating each other.

they don’t like each other – that much is obvious.

lena doesn’t bother to hide it and neither does minseok.

although they always seem to end up in the same group together—the expert doesn’t know why, but she doesn’t explicitly comment on it as long as she can pretend the other’s six feet other or just one of those stalkers—and though they’ve both seemed to manage to viciously ignore each other (their “friends” don’t comment, maybe because they know best not to poke the sleeping dragon), lena just couldn’t particularly help it today.

it’s understandable after all – she’s only sixteen.

so she moves, disappearing from the side of their friend in favor of flicking his forehead and returning back in less than a second, a small snicker escaping her.

“lena, i know that was you.” he says.

“good!” she says.

i hate you, they think.

wrath: our characters having an argument.

it's inevitable at this point--they both know it. 

yet neither seems to be able to find it in them to back down -- especially when the topic of mutants come around. and it does, quite a lot.

but in this case, they had been arguing over something a little less serious.

"i'm telling you -- this is illegal, we're going to get in trouble. we should turn around--"

"for fucks sake, i got a key i'm not breaking in--"

"but the car's not yours, technically you're too young to even be driving!"

"fine!" she finally exclaims, slamming on the brakes for a rough halt that has the occupants in the car cursing.

"get out of the car and get yourself down there if you're so high and mighty."

"fine by me."

lena makes a face, watching the male unbuckle his seat-belt before slipping out of the car, slamming the door shut behind him.

"i hope he trips over a tree root and die."