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[avtjinwoo-blog]

descendants of the sonic

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Do I want spicy or really salty...? 

His eyes wander over the various flavours of chips, contemplating which flavour he has a craving for the most. Though, if he’s being completely honest with himself, he doesn’t even know how he got here. The only item he really needs to purchase is food for his cats, yet here he is, somehow managing (again) to have his arms full of savory and sweet snacks. 

There’s only one other person in the same section as him, both of them at opposite ends of the aisle, so he’s not all that bothered at the thought of looking a little foolish with a bunch of junk food in his thin arms. He’s dealt with worse. 

Jinwoo doesn’t know how long he stands there for, looking at the chips but it feels like forever when he finally decides that yes, he does want the spicy flavour. As he’s reaching for the bag, very carefully and very slowly, not wanting to drop any of his snacks that he realizes, he really needs to start grabbing a basket on his way in. 

He breathes a quiet, victorious ‘a-ha’ as he manages to grab the bag of chips but as he goes to take a step forward, there is a much bigger problem at hand. His shoe is untied.  

Standing there, questioning his whole existence and need for copious amounts of snacks, he thinks about what course of action he can take. He can either put all the items down to tie his shoe or chance it and hope for the best. It takes him all but 10 seconds to say fuck it and start walking and it then takes him all but 5 seconds to realize just how wrong of a choice he just made. 

He’s barely registering what’s happening when he flies (he swears he has to be flying) forward, all his snacks leaving the safety of his arms and the floor is suddenly getting closer and closer. He closes his eyes, his hands coming up to shield his face, getting ready for impact. 

So much for flying under the radar.

[avtchan-blog]

romaine calm

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Filled with an overwhelming sense of responsibility, this was the first time in forever that the owners entrusted Chanyeol to not only close the nursery, but also do inventory by himself. This was perhaps his biggest task yet that they had asked him to do, and he didn’t want to disappoint. Despite the official closing hours being at around 8 o’clock, Chanyeol had to close much later thanks to a man taking his time while picking out a plant for his girlfriend’s birthday. He hurriedly tries to help the man get in and out, but only accomplishes this feat with a thirty minute delay, which in turn throws him off completely regarding getting inventory done. On a good day, it supposedly takes around an hour at the most. Though, tonight it took him nearly two hours to complete, the male kept getting distracted by other nightly tasks that needed to be done as well. 

He sighs lightly to himself, finally being able to leave, though he was rather spooked after noticing the time. He always tried to be home at a decent time, no later than 9 o’clock, the various rumors he has heard regarding what happened at later hours admittedly scared him.Many customers warned him of thugs and other villains of that nature making themselves known in the darker hours.Chan timidly darts down an alleyway in an attempt to lessen the walk from the nursery to his home, with no avail in avoiding danger. Biting down on his lip due to nerves, Chanyeol’s heart nearly lept out of his chest as a voice aggressively calls out towards him.

“Hey, you! Where the hell do you think you’re goin’.”

The voice growls, the male’s footsteps echoing loudly as he approaches the youth. Frozen in place, Chan really had no idea what to do, and chooses to stare at the man with terrified eyes, nearly petrified with fear. 

“I don’ want any trouble, kid. Just gimme all your money and I’ll let you off easy.”

He says casually, however Chanyeol’s gaze locked on a shiny object gripped tightly within the man’s hand. The male sneers at this, withdrawing the poorly concealed weapon. He flashes it around, as if to show it off, before pointing it directly at the youth. This sent his heart in to a frenzy, tears starting to well up at the sight of the barrel staring him down. 

“I-I..have no money..”

He replies shakily, his voice nearly cracking. It took all his might not to burst into tears right then and there, but he was close. The man grows irritated with Chan’s response, having a look of reconsideration on his face about his previous offer. He cocks his gun, still aiming straight at the terrified male. 

“Give me the damn wallet, kid.”