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“Get down here and say that to my face!”

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“Come on, Scarlett…” He only shrugs, a tiny smile tugging up on his lips afterwards. Truthfully he only caught a whiff of the supposed fart, which he assumed was hers and just decided to insist on it for the sake of fun. “Everyone’s fart smells gross… I just happened to inhale a lot of yours. I’m not going down there though, man, the air could be a lot worse…”

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What was her name again? It was foreign to him. Then again, a lot of things were foreign to him even if he was accustomed to hearing it. Being in Seoul was no different. It had been a while since he moved here to complete his mission, but it didn’t stop him from meeting new people — good and bad. He smiled at her, offering her the seat across from him in the heavily crowded cafe. It was nothing out of the ordinary for someone to confidently ask if they could sit with him. actually, he welcomed it. It allowed him a moment of companionship even if it was fleeting.

“Sorry. It seems I have forgotten your name.” The thickness of his accent skewed his words. He hoped that she could understand, but just to make sure, he asks for her name again. “What’s your name again?” Her name fell off her lips like velvet, and the smile on his face grew soft. He repeated it after her. He let the book that was in his hands settle on the table, his index finger keeping track of the page he was on. “That’s a pretty name. I’m Takeshi. It’s nice to meet you. What brings you here?”

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--------- Sundays were bustling, always, with crowds of church goers ready to reveal themselves to the eyes of God. They prayed on their knees, a few minutes or even less, to absolve the sins that were committed throughout the week. Lather, rinse, repeat. Did anyone ever learn? Or was religion just as commercialized as anything else in Hongdae. Probably. And Max was not naive in understanding this behavior. Tradition said Sunday. But shouldn’t it be every day? Sin occurs on a daily basis, yet people find it within themselves to be satisfied with one day of mourning for Christ. Hypocrites. Max could shout it through the air and let it echo through these church walls, but he was no exception. He always stayed silent.

But today wasn’t Sunday, the day of rest. It was mid-week, Wednesday, and not a soul save for a few beggars had entered through the chapel doorways. The priest had given communion only to himself and left behind his ceremonial robes to play a few hymns on the balcony organ. No one would listen but God, or so he thought. Perhaps the strong, eerie keynotes had put him in a trance since the creaking of the double-pane church doors went peacefully unnoticed. The noises of this entire open room melded together--and not a thing could disturb the smooth wave of sounds--all but a voice. “I got lost in the sounds.” It was always surprising how easily humanity can break through. Almost immediately, Max’s fingers receded from the keys, and he took a stroll to the balcony’s railing to have a look at the newcomer. Did she know he was there?

“Are you really that lost? It doesn’t look like it.” He couldn’t see a face, but this woman’s mannerisms were already different.

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[text] Don’t worry, your pet is safe with me…

( sms ) WHY DO YOU HAVE MY BABY!?( sms ) WHO EVEN ARE YOU CAN I HAVE HER BACK PLEASE!!

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"Excuse me--” Seungcheol tapped the lady’s shoulder as the woman had looked lost. “Are you new here?” He had asked, noticing that she had been a foreigner, assuming by her looks, quietly waiting for a response, hopefully she would be able to understand his broken English.

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