#caprecieuse

[yxhe-blog]

"That’s so cliche."

Walking down the street, she had noticed a crowd adjacent to where she stood. The park was filled with people, curiosity got the best of her so she decided to head towards it. Moments later she had managed to reach the crowd, ebony hues scanning the area. What she saw really did surprise her, a man proposing to his girlfriend. A small smile formed on her face, at least the two were happy, she thought. "That's so cliche." She heard the woman next to her say, a chuckle soon emitted from her own lips. "True, but a lot of girls love it." She replied with a shrug.

[sooruto-blog]

♡

Food. Buy her food or cook her food and she'll literally become attached to you instantly.

[yorisae-blog]

“ooh, coffee! thanks man, i really appreciate it. i’ll be sure to drop by when i have the time!” she grinned happily as she accepted the coffee from the male. “i hope you have a splendiferous day, sir,” she said with a mock salute.

 "don't forget you said so! I'll be expecting you." he grins for a slight moment at the girl and then realizes that might have come rather creepy and absolutely wrong. he cleared his throat and bowed his head. "i hope you have  a wonderful day yourself."

[seouliloqvies-blog]

⟨ caprecieuse​ ⟩

”If you leave now, you lose everything.” the words were a little overdramatic to be said over a board game, but it wasn’t fair of her to leave in right in the middle of their game. “are you scared that i’ll beat you,” she taunted even though she was losing by quite a big point gap—anything to keep holly from leaving.

     █ ▌    Glancing between her cell phone and the other woman, she had to me a decision. Although it wasn’t so much of a choice when it was her duty to respond back to S.H.I.E.L.D. when it came to urgent matters. ‘I suppose it can’t be helped,’ she let out a lowly sigh. ‘Duty calls and as a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, I have to respond and go back to the Hub.’ There really wasn’t anything she could do about it. At least, not without disappointing and / or infuriating her commanding officer. Or worse, disappointing and infurating them for her insubordination.

     █ ▌    With an apologetic expression across her features, Holly pursed her lips tightly together and shook her head. As much as she would like to continue playing the board game that has kept hem preoccupied for quite some time now, she had to excuse herself. Even if that meant her losing the game she was sure to win. ❝ Mianhae, Seulgi-ah, ❞ she courteously bowed her head. ❝ I’m sure we can finish this game another time, neh? There’s something urgent I have to do back at the lab. ❞ It was a white lie, but it's not like she could disclose classified information.

[conkm-blog]

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( send me a ❣and i’ll gauge my character’s attraction to yours. )

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[couleurx]

♞

"H-how long have you been standing there?"

The day went on without a single customer she thought that maybe the music could keep her company. Turning on her radio a song had begin to play, it was quite inviting to her and she couldn’t help but feel the groove of the music. Jinri swayed her hips from side to side, she wore a bright smile on her face and couldn’t help but tap to the rhythm of the music. Then finally hitting the chorus the woman broke out into dance of her own, laughter had filled in the room, she twirled around from where she stood then suddenly came to a stop by a small giggle; someone was watching her. ”H-how long have you been standing there?”

[emphxtix-blog-blog]

♩

Crazy Kids – Ke$ha

And we are, we are we are, we are we areThe crazy kids, them crazy, them crazy kidsAnd we are, we are we are, we are we areThe crazy kids, we are theWe are the crazy people

Seulgi was a type of person that Clarté didn't usually find himself in the company of: loud, boisterous, the quintessential social butterfly. Not that it made him resent her at all, because it didn't, but clubs were such difficult scenes for someone of Clarté's exceptionally soft and kind disposition – and that was excluding his susceptibility to the slew of heightened, drunken emotions around him.He was sitting at the bar when she sidled up to him, lips pulled up into a bright smile. "Are you having fun?" He asked as he sipped his martini, head tilting to the side curiously. She most certainly looked as though she was, but who was he to just judge?

[conkm-blog]

♩

( send [ ♩ ] for a song-based starter. )

I’m going back to 505, if it’s a seven hour flight or a forty-five minute drive. ( 505 - Arctic Monkeys )

    There’s a sense of relief that washes over Connor as he drags his tired form into his apartment, pulling his suitcase behind him. Despite it being 3am at the moment, it’s 10am in California and despite his fatigue, he doesn’t plan on sleeping anytime soon. Thankfully, neither does Seoul. He showers first, ridding his skin of that god-awful smell of the airport before, changing into a pair of clean pajamas. Then, Connor decides to tackle the tedious task of unpacking his suitcase. 

     He unzips it, only to find the belongings of someone else’s inside. 

      Thankfully, the melodramatic sigh that escapes Connor’s lips is that of a short-lived one as he locates the suitcase’s tag. Complete with name, address, and phone number. He dials the number.