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     Knocked down yes, but definitely not dead. He kept his eyes closed as he lay on the floor lifeless wondering why the stranger took time out of his day to come and ask him such a question. He was intoxicated and it felt like the whole world was spinning. It was a feeling he most hated.
     “No, I’m not dead.” Jaehyun snorted sitting up. He looked around him, wondering where exactly he had been that night.  His wings weren’t out so that was a plus but that didn’t stop the looks, mostly because he looked like he had just been beat up by a gang. With a groan, he rose to his feet.Â
     “Where exactly am I?” He muttered to himself, staring at the stranger.Â
"How exact do you want?"
Keisuke assessed the other's appearance with the stoic efficiency of an analyst, hovering over certain checkpoints (head, neck, etc). The stench of alcohol overpowered all else, but it seemed like the stranger was alive and kicking, ready to go if not a little disoriented. In fact, leave it a good minute or two and he'd probably figure out where he was himself.
"Asia. South Korea. Seoul. Itaewon."Â With a raised eyebrow, Kei began to recite the address, a busy place, by the subway, a few stone tosses away from homo hill. And hooker hill. Just to be on the safe side, Kei informed the stranger of that too -- could never be too helpful.
