Fringe area || {Kris + Miyoung}
{╾deft fingers flounced about the keyboard, orchestrating shifting patterns of commands in seamless cadence with the whirring gears of knowledge sequestered behind irises eclipsed in more drudgery than ebullience. one, two, three. three codes in and gone was the firewall blocking a certain site kris needed to acquire vital pieces of information from. if not for the dreaded fact that his apartment's electricity died on him whilst he was halfway done through finishing a paperwork, he would never ever book a rendezvous with the local library's outdated computer as early as seven in the morning. it was too early for his kind (a nocturnal who'd rather live in darkness than witness a debased world in full light) for such hour had long been wiped off his body clock, but then came this mishap that shoved all endeavors into catacombs of foregone pleasantries, his internal clock refashioning itself in a way he would deeply regret, so it wasn't totally surprising that none of his senses and configurations functioned beyond the horizon of what was expected of them at the moment, albeit the late proceedings make for a great debate.} ╾/╾ {╾kris' body riddled with somnolence as he leans back into the chair, lips molded into a thin line, neutrality upon neutrality amid revelry at the quiet downtime proffered by the computer's slow-paced downloading process. but then he falls victim of long intrigue; that very moment his periphery latches onto a sight so familiar it beguiled the rest of his vision right then and there. splayed out across a monitor just beside his was a running software made primarily for amateur hackers. he was certain for he had been at that phase. ridiculous was the only word sputtered by his subconscious, aimed at fate's chicanery for crafting a coincidence at its finest. slyly, his gaze flicked to the lady whom he presumes to be a fellow hacker, perusing the tiniest details of her face for future purposes since her presence alone fills him with a foreboding sense of imperilment, though her outward appearance suggests otherwise. } You're doing it wrong, Miss. {╾the words came rushing in as though it skipped the process of being evaluated by his comprehension. kris tilts his head in a mocking manner, all the while donning an elusive grin ,lest he appear mussed, that adds to the list of things the lady needs to decipher --- his was of notches higher however, since no specific code can transcend the conundrum he carries. }
