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Symbols (still accepting)
♟ My muse patching up a wound your muse had gotten
"How many times have I told you not to where those dumb heels? How many times have I done this for you already?” Chanyeol shot a glare up at girl sitting on a stool. He was crouched down on the floor, an open first aid kit right beside him. It wasn’t a surprise that he was there and Joy was on the stool, right leg outstretched for him to tend to the nasty wound on her knee. He has had enough watching Joy hobble around in ridiculously high heels, only to trip and injure herself for the nth time. He looks over at the heels discarded by the side in disgust. “I’m throwing those heels away and no you can’t stop me. I’m snapping the heels off.”










