#aftermidnites

[mndstom]

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"Hi." Greeting a stranger? Not something Yujin would do every day. "Can you hold my hand and pretend we're having fun?" Asking for a favor from a stranger? Also, something she doesn't do every day.

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"do you think of me when you lie awake at night?"

[narrativeobsession]

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Angel quite literally slaps the outreached hand away. His reflexes are much sharper than one would expect, given how his face is ghostly pale and his eyes fuzzy.

"stop that." He hisses, voice also sharp. "i am fine, i do not need you to get involved."

All the same, his legs are wobbling under him.

[magnanimitty]

"Ah, how sweet of you to visit me in my little dungeon." Xinyu knew her office wasn't the luxurious office of most doctors, but it was hers and it was quiet, a stark contrast to the rest of the chaotic hospital. "What did you bring today?" Another coffee to get her through the next twelve hours of shift work would be what she wanted most, though she often enjoy the research articles they dropped off to pass time. Maybe a sweet treat to brighten the rest of the shift. "I'm here until tomorrow morning, so...not much sleep to be had tonight. Actually, no sleep at all." @aftermidnites

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     gaze follows to the group that miju so naturally scolded, finding it too amusing that she seemed to direct attention away from her tending to him. friendly team against team banter had turned into some rough pushing, callum getting between two teammates when one had drawn a fist for a punch.

     " we play rugby, miju ... nobody will listen to reason. "  spoken as she was looking back at him, his gaze allowing itself to trace her features while she was beginning to patch up his open wound; slight smirk pulled upward.  " truly, what would we do without you ending classes late ? "  callum knowing she always stayed late to study further in the library, having caught glimpses of her in the room where he barely ever was; filled with books.

      reaching over, male gave a reassuring squeeze around miju's hand, catching her gaze with his own.  " seriously ... thank you. "

[mastermicd]

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"you're looking at me like i'm bananas." gisele had just finished what could only be described as a monologue about the latest case that she'd decided to try and solve. a cold case, fifty years old, from the other side of the country. it would mean packing her life up, at least for a little bit, in the hopes of getting closer to an answer. she wasn't deluded –– she knew that the chances of solving it were slim. but this one called to her, and she had to try. "you don't think i should go?"

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leo blinked at the sarcasm, brows lifting slightly before a dry, amused smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “so... not magic then?” he joked, leaning his shoulder against the frame of his door, arms loosely crossed. he didn’t take the tone personally under the conditions, and he'd had plenty worse said to him in his career. “you’re not wrong though,” he admitted, eyes briefly flicking toward the hallway light above them before landing back on seojun. “i’ve been holed up in my basement more than i care to admit.” there was a pause before he added, more offhandedly, “...also i might be part ghost, but the jury’s still out on that one.”

a small smirk formed, almost sheepish as he ran a hand through his hair. “you don’t look so bad yourself, dependant on how long you've been locked out that is.” he hesitated for half a second, then thumbed over his shoulder. “door’s open if you wanna wait it out inside. i’ve got a couch, questionable snacks, and a solid wifi connection—take your pick.” a flicker of something more genuine crossed his features, almost like concern hiding under casualness. “or you can just hang out 'til your guy shows up. no pressure.”

[mndstom]

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Why is she nervous? She doesn't know. Yujin rarely gets nervous. Maybe it's because she's showing what she can do to someone who might become her boss. It's not a big deal, though. She will not do anything special. Basic, natural - looking makeup. It won't take a long time, and she has done it multiple times before. And basically, every client of hers judges her work, so it's also nothing new to her. Things will go well. Besides, it was her idea to have him in her small studio, and see if he will be satisfied with her work before they end up signing any papers.

Hearing the door opening, her dark hues move toward it, and a small, welcoming smile tugs at her lips. "Welcome to my studio." It's small. There's enough space for a makeup table where all the things she need are and a desk where she handles her payments -- it's small, because besides owning a studio she does a lot of traveling to different locations. "Before we start, do you want to drink anything?"