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[velvetineblue]

there’s a piano bar down the street. ( basically the black knight telling him to go away :'D fjksldjfksl )

" you know, when you say it like that, it almost makes it sound like you don't want me around. " Taiyang feigns incredulity at the idea — knowing, of course, that it was exactly how the Black Knight felt. " it's weird... I thought you'd want the help, cleaning up the city . . . instead, you're always so defensive about it. grumpy, too. "

" you're not JEALOUS, are you? trying to keep this 'vigilante' thing to yourself— so you get all the credit? " oh, Taiyang very much doubts that's the truth. ( Myungdae seemed an honorable man; humble, and unconcerned with his ego and image. ) no, he's just poking, and prodding; walking alongside the Black Knight ( like a cat swifly and easily scales a ledge ) chittering almost incessantly: he shows that he won't be swatted away so easily.

" where are you WE going, anyway? a secret warehouse? "

[velvetineblue]

"have you ever been painted?"

“ uhhh... ” he struggles with the question, amused consternation on his face. he rarely hears the word 'painted' in such a context, and mentally questions if there was another , less-obvious meaning of the word that he was unaware of . but coming up with no other definition in his head, he has to answer it in the only way he knows how: taking the word at literal, face-value. “ 'you mean . . . Titanic, 'paint me like one of your French girls'- painted ? no— never. ” he laughs; shakes his head. “ I've played paintball before, though; does that count ? some might say paintball is less romantic than the movie scene, but I say that all depends on your definition of romance, ” he argues, light-heartedly. personally, he'd probably oft for the latter as a date option, but that's just him ! “ I mean, what would I even do with a naked portrait of myself; hang it up in my house ? that seems weird. that's a weird thing to do... 'don't know what the Titanic guy was thinking . . . but— I guess she was into it, so what do I know, ” he finally concludes his ramble, with a shrug, taking a bite out of his mid-day snack as he contemplated the unorthodox rizz of Jack Dawson.

[velvetineblue]

@cosmicloved sent … ❝ I really need that triple shot espresso. ❞ ( from tomo ! )

" oh , r e a l l y ? " mischief dripped from every syllable. for in Tai's hands held the prized caffeine rush that Tomo did 'need': the VERY LAST cup of coffee served by the now-closed cafe. their door was locked behind them and the baristas inside were relieved to finally complete their night shift, and would be utterly unsympathetic to Tomo's plight. their tired, over-worked faces silently communicated: 'you should have come .0001 seconds earlier, you CUSTOMER ( / derogatory )'. Tai knows this, and he actually has no intention of hoarding the coffee to himself ( he barely even drinks the stuff ), but because of the Person That He is, he won't hand it over to Tomo without being really annoying first. " what for ? " he nosily prodded, as if quizzing Tomo. " 'you got a long night ahead of you . . . or behind you ? " ( in other words: was Tomo gearing up for a party, or recovering from one ? )

[velvetineblue]

@sappylosers

for luci's sake ( but really, max's sake ), tai had planned for them to meet during the lull in Lotte World's peak times, at an hour where the park wasn't jam-packed with people. older, independent kids ran from ride-to-ride, filling the air with the sounds of laughter, screeches of glee, and squeaking shoes on freshly glazed floors. time passed him by with an almost artificial slowness in Lotte World. it was as if the artificial sugar in the giant lollipops they sold, and their highly-romanticized-image-of-a-raccoon, had seeped into the air, coloring everything with a sort of unreality. on one hand, tai thinks max is a lucky kid — to have his mom and dad willingly take him to a place like this . . . on the other hand, when tai remembers the circumstances under which he's MEETING luci, he second-guesses max's luck in life. ( if max ever found out why luci had taken him on this family vacation across the globe, would that taint any precious childhood memories max made here . . . ? ) of course, he doesn't speak those thoughts aloud. rather, he keeps the topic of conversation light. while he and luci chatted small-talk and introductions, liv had wandered off with max, who did not seem especially interested in meeting tai, but tai gave him a friendly wave and a smile anyway. cute kid, he thought. hope his parents don't traumatize him too much. when the innocent ears ( max's, not liv's; he'd heard all about liv, from angel, so he knew better than to let her adorable, maternal appearance deceive him ) were out of earshot, tai supposed it was time to get down to business. “ I hate to talk business on a nice day like this, ” he took the last sips of his soda from a paper cup with the Lotte World mascots on it, then dropped it in a nearby garbage can. “ but I guess that's what we're here for, right? ” there was a light weariness about the words, like he really would rather they just played the carnival games . . . but too, an even, unaffected pleasantness to his tone, which was out-of-place, considering they were discussing the details of a murder; “ — so, you got a look at the guy's house, right ? he keeps it secured like the pharoah's tomb is locked up inside. he's got state of the art surveillance inside and out, security guards around the clock, a couple guard dogs— the whole nine yards. he won't let anyone touch his food except his personal chef; hasn't eaten 'outside food' in like ten years . . . he's paranoid; a complete whackjob. ” ( but then again, was he really a paranoid nutjob if people did, indeed, want him killed ?! ) “ this one's gonna be a real pain in your ass, I bet. sorry in advance. ” he'll be sorrier if luci dies in the attempt, but hey, that's the risk luci signed up for. and that's why he would be walking away with SIX EXTRA DIGITS in his bank account, if he could pull it off, discretely . . . “ but you can ask me anything you want; I'll tell you everything I know. I'm an open book. ” that last sentence, of course, was a lie. but he DID intend to help luci as much as he could. it was in everyone's best interest to succeed ! “ I wish I could help you more than that, but we can't have anything tying this back to us . . . you know how it is, ” tai shrugs, apologetically. in other words, the gang wasn't supplying luci with manpower, or back-up. no supplies either, as that could lead back to them. and if luci got caught, he was on his own. nobody was coming to save him, and he alone would take the fall . . .

[whowaits-blog]

STOP IM GONNA CRY