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[aeraaz]

HOW DO YOU NOT KNOW WHERE THE NEAREST POLICE STATION IS? YOUR BEST FRIEND ( AKA YOUR ENTIRE WORLD ) WORKS THERE. 

[imyovna]

Headache.

Headache: How my character will take care of yours when they have a headache

Headaches were tricky.They came in different types, and in different stages of intensity, but the most horrible thing was that their wasn’t a common way to fight against it. What usually bothered other people about it though was that one never knew how a certain person would act when having a headache.Yoona surely hoped that Cody wasn’t the angry and snappy type, because when she saw him wincing and rubbing his temples, she could see that he was stressed and bothered by the pain in his head. She wanted to help, but there were so many possibilities. Silence, a cold towel for his head, a tea, or maybe really just an aspirin?“C-can I help you” She stuttered out in the end, thinking that it might be best to ask carefully before she did anything that might make it worse. Her hand slowly reached out to rest on his shoulder lightly as she waited for him to give some sort of reaction.

[aeraaz]

“At this point you might as well ask for my autograph.”

Silence.Three seconds after which Aera immediately let out an unladylike snort and resumed scrutinizing the ice cream cone held firmly in her grip. “I… What? And pray tell, why the hell would I do that?”

Cody scoffed, a mammoth, idiotic smirk plastered all over his features. She observed him silently as he jabbed his thumb pointedly towards a table near the windows of the ice-creamery, something akin to amusement bubbling up within the confines of her stomach.He grinned. “Do you see that?” Aera squinted, slightly twisting her hips away from her chair to catch a glimpse of whatever her best friend was pointing to behind her. “I don’t care what you say, but this time, they’re totally checking me out.”And true to his word, there they were. Two teenage girls - in high school uniforms by the looks of it - tittering and giggling to themselves rather loudly while shooting glances of interest at Cody over a triple chocolate fudge caramel sundae. Aera winced at their high-pitched squeals, deafeningly shrill in the dinky little café.

And man, she couldn’t tell if they were blushing or Etude House was. Were high school students really allowed to wear cobalt blue eyeshadow and bright scarlet lipstick to class these days? Aera shook her head and resumed devouring her double matcha scoop.“So, y’know,” Cody also resumed mouthing off about himself, his newly-developed arrogance evident in his not-so-subtle attempts to show off his flexed biceps to his two adoring fans. “You should totally get my autograph, because you never know where it might take you. Heck, if I get scouted to be a model the very minute we walk out of this place, I could very well be the next Cara Delevingne. I’d be the next male Cara Delevingne. Hell yeah!” The police officer, giddy with delirium, brought down his fist hard against the oakwood table, eliciting gasps of surprise and rude stares from the rest of the patrons. “I’d be rich, and you’d be rich too because you would’ve sold my autograph off eBay or something!”

Her cheeks stuffed full of the sweet treat, Aera made what she hoped sounded like a noise of agreement, but probably ended up sounding more like the mating call of an African buffalo instead.As the first tingles of brain freeze began to seep into her nerves, she groaned and ducked her head, fingers reaching out blindly for a glass of water.“…in his pants…” The girls erupted into stifled laughter behind her.Huh? Torturously painful brain freeze long-forgotten, Aera abandoned her search for her beverage and instead focused on the man in front of her, who seemed hell-bent on practicing his autograph repeatedly on the free napkins that came with his now extremely sad looking banana split. Her gaze drifted lower… lower… even, even lower…Bingo.“Hey. Prince Charming?” She grasped the Sharpie tangled in between his fingers to catch his attention, lips lifting impishly. “Prince Charming? Cara Delevingne, back to earth!”“What?” Cody grumbled, obviously annoyed by the interruption. Aera struggled to stifle her laughter.“Y’know,” she murmured throatily, traces of mischief lingering in her words. “I may have found the source of your… attractiveness.”Irritation forgotten, Cody leaned forward eagerly.”What? Is it my hair? Is it my sideburns? I trimmed ‘em real nicely this morning-”Aera shook her head, and directed his attention to his lap, eyes dancing alight with laughter.It was almost comical - the way her friend’s expression went from bright-eyed to almost devoid of color in zero point four seconds flat the moment he spied the length of toilet roll that measured all the way to a gentle curl around his ankles, tucked very gracefully into the back of his pants.Cody looked like he wanted to die. Aera wanted to die for him.

“Fuck.”