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turn over a mew leaf

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It has been a rough day to the taller male's day to say the least. Already overworked to the max, he received a pleading call nearly two hours before he was supposed to come in for his shift to come as soon as possible. The daughter of the owners' failed to show up for her shift, and it was apparently very busy for 12 o' clock in the afternoon. He rushes down the couple blocks that separate him and his workplace, only to find the supposed rush had dispersed as fast as it came. And since there was no sense running back home only to return in two hours, Chanyeol decides to stay, completing small tasks around the nursery while the owners’ ran the register. 

He decides to do a quick sweep of the store, the floor littered with dirt and leaves alike. Not that he minded, it made him feel even closer to nature in a sense. Yet people complain, so bosses nag, and here he was, awkwardly hunched over as he swept. He really should bring his his own broom from home, it’s longer handle made cleaning much easier. He sighs lightly, setting the broom and dustpan aside, turning his attention to a rather lost-looking male, who seemed to be close in age to himself.He could already tell he was a newcomer to the plant world, Chanyeol offering him a small smile as he approaches. 

“Can I help you find anything?

[xgodkiller]

mob mentality

@avtjinwoo

they’re coming.

it’s a thought that haunts every step he takes, every move he makes, every ray of sunshine he lets himself feel. he has to be careful whenever he opens his door, has to be wary of every visitor, every wandering eye, every piece of conversation he hears. his eyesight is sharp and intense, constantly on edge for any signs of betrayal or pursuit. he doesn’t want to go back to the facility, but he also doesn’t want to get caught by normal citizens either.

they live in troubled times and people like icarus, mutated mongrels like him, cannot come outside very often for enjoyment. every time he does, it seems like he always ends up regretting it.

they’re coming, is the thought burning through his mind, while the riots rages around him, people, humans, angry and shouting, pushing and pulling, throwing things at authorities and other people alike. flags on fire, bottles of urine, large signs, and havoc everywhere. he did not intend to get caught up in this but too many people bumping against him, pulling at his clothing and somehow his coat comes loose. he panics and starts pushing on the crowd, anxious to get out of there, terrified of them seeing him, recognizing him for the very monster they tell their children to stay away from.

they’ll kill him if they spot his wings. they’ve tried before.

finally, he gets free, spots an opening, makes a run for it. he rushes into a side street, surprisingly empty from all the chaos, hides around a bend of one of the buildings, his lungs heaving for breath, his skin sweating, his body shaking. he can feel his eyes brimming with tears, terrified about how the hell he’s going to get out of here. it seems like this mob is everywhere, but he can’t stay here. they’ll tear him apart like a rag doll. he clutches his coat around himself as tightly as possible, hoping there’s not enough of his wings to be visible.