#baekxtrs

[layxng]

{' a sigh of relief seeps past his lips at the approval, mumbling a hushed 'thank you' as fingers cautiously curl around your phone, punching in the number of his manager and bringing it up just a few centimetres away from his ears. When the call picks up, he speaks in a volume he prefers only himself to hear, implying the level of privacy that the subject requires and when he's done, he abruptly hangs up, giving it back to you. } Thanks for that. I'm so sorry. I hope I'm not bothering you.

-Undeniably, such act of kindness was normal from the male, and as per usual, regardless of the situation, the process was followed: A light bow of his head, a smile, and a small ‘You’re welcome.’ He remained idle whilst the stranger attended the much needed call, himself standing far enough for the other to have the privacy he was clearly in need of. He stared around in the midst of it all, attention called for suddenly and his head turned to look at the other in astonished manner. How silly of him. A light chuckle emitted by his own reaction, he answered.- Don’t worry, it’s neither a bother or a problem at all. I’m glad I was able to help.

[silentminseok]

baekxtrs replied to your post:baekxtrs replied to your post:want to rp with...

(( I’m caught between making short ones or long ones what even tbh. ))

((I cant even make one right now im so brain dead when it comes to ideas for starters..

[silentminseok]

baekxtrs replied to your post:want to rp with people but i dont wanna make a...

(( I’m feeling this on a spiritual level. ))

((The hard life of a lazy rper :c

[layxng]

{` a puff of air is harshly dropped past his lips as he curses at the exasperating shade of black plastered on the screen of his phone -- he knew that he should have charged the damn thing when it was nearing the margins of death, but just as the situation is at the moment, time is a scarcity and he thinks that he doesn't have much of a choice. } Uh hi. I need to make this really important call to my manager and my phone ran out of battery. Do you mind if I use yours? It's really urgent. Please?

-Yixing had been casually strolling by in the attempts of clearing out his mind. Solitude had been deemed a privilege in his lifestyle, and he’d manage to sort that out peacefully for himself, hence the capability of standing outside all by himself ( a hoodie worn to cover features that established him as known ), until suddenly, an inquiry had been directed towards him, and as per usual, it took him more than just a second to catch on.- My phone? -He blinked, hesitant. Had he been spotted? Or was it evidently just someone who had ran out of luck? Lay’s good nature couldn’t make him choose, but to hand the device to the wondering stranger.- Sure, it’s not a problem. -He smiled cautiously, countenance kept low just for the sake of it.- 

[renexead]

Alcohol

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Sitting in the shadows René observes. 

He had been doing this occasionally, finding no better way to learn about the age he had found himself in, then to watch its very inhabitants live their lives. Sometimes they were interesting, sometimes the mediocrity of it all was soothing. To watch others live a life that is short, and thus more fulfilling has its own therapeutic qualities. Tonight however he had chosen to watch something a little less celebrated, but still just as fascinating to him.

He enjoys watching them drink. To study how it effects them, watch how they act. They were so different so they trick their brains and poison their bodies. Alcohol had always been their vice though, just now, in these modern years, they had modernized it - spectacularly. They had upped the percentage of alcohol in their drinks, mixed it, distilled it, brewed it, made it strange and interesting flavours. Their ability to self distruct in style will forever fascinate the vampire.

Sat in his booth he lets the shadows cast over him like a veil, nothing but his cross legs and pointed brogue toes visible as he sits with a glass of water in front of him, untouched on the table. Perhaps he will enjoy a different beverage later tonight, if he can find a human with a limited amount of alcohol in their system that it didn't completely ruin the taste.

[chachixit]

{` his pencil is cropped short, the lead is blunt and the eraser has gone weary, exhausted after months of use, even the sketchbook in his other hand carries half-crumpled pages and memos that jut through cramped sheets. } Hello. This might sound a little weird, but -- do you mind if I draw you? It's okay if you don't want to because -- just -- yeah. {` tipping his head to one side, his face cradles a hopeful expression, lips all amiable and eyes glinting with slight uncertainty. }

"Hm?" -turning around, she faced a stranger, probably an artist judging by what he has in his hands- "May I help you?" -she listened to the man as he spoke, giggling quietly for being able to notice how nervous he was- "It’s alright. No need to sound nervous, mister." -she gave him a kind smile as she continued to let him speak- "Um.. Sure. I guess you can. Is it for a project or something? Because you made it sound as if it was important."