Amidst the darkness he wonders, he prances, he sings. A stage of the shadows with everything is all but an illusion — an introverts style to fame. Jongdae is as such, acting and speaking, running through stories after stories. The darkness of the street is filled with his fluent ramblings — from the lines of Shakespeare, to the melodies of Dickinson. Strange you may call it, yet life he repeats to himself.
It’s cold, painfully cold. Somehow, in his case, he is warm, burning with the joys he sees in the words he acts to his liking. Jongdae throws his hand to the air and mutter memorized lines, eyes glittering with the power he pushes through with emotion. In the darkness he performs, he creates and he recreates. His audience are the shadows, as they are his stage. The words continue to flow and fluctuate towards other chains of words.
And somehow, amongst his performance for the darkness, there is someone close by to not watch, but accidentally witness his act.
To home he heads, with that drama he carries, yet upon reaching and changing to another line, he slips. It’s ungraceful, as with any other fall, Jongdae’s next lines are cut off without even the first syllable slipping his lips. In consideration of a lack of grace, the landing is of an equal value. With his head against the pavement, limbs sprawled about, belongings scattered and scarf tangled, he laughs. There was nothing else that he could have done at that moment.
He stays sprawled for a while longer before recollecting himself and sitting up. Again, lost with his thoughts, he is ignorant of any individuals standing by. Leaning towards the side, he pushes upwards, forcing his body to a standing position. After releasing a quick sigh and a brush to the dirt on his clothes, Jongdae turns to collect his belongings.
It is at that point, right in the middle of picking up books, papers, stationery and a laptop that Jongdae finally realizes the presence of another person. Swallowing the smile he had held with his fall, he diverts his gaze downwards towards his computer. Fingers wrap around the thin device, running a quick once over for any physical damage before slipping a single finger in between display monitor and the base.
Nothing wrong — you’re just the fool here for making an idiot of yourself.
Snapping his laptop shut, he moves on, dramatic gesticulation dying down to the point of none.
Absentmindedly she continues to walk, she's minding her own business letting her chestnut hues gaze down at her feet only. The pavement was covered in a thick layer of snow that barely appears now a days, winter forming into spring. The time is continuously flashing by quicker than expected. It's such a shame, she's rushing her memories before they fade away.
Her attention snaps at the young male from a distance, his features were simple a blur and it was difficult to see who it actually was. His hands wandering into the frostbite air, incoherent words were lingering as well but she couldn't process it so soon. Labeling him as much a fool wouldn't make her any better. A bit unusual to see someone act like that in public though she doesn't judge the male for it. She's walking over towards the direction to where he's walking, not necessarily creeping on his movements.
Because it's not her business, it's just the same direction to where she lives.
He stumbles upon his steps, landing with a small thud and she perks up. A keen eye capturing it all but she doesn't speak about it, the artist didn't even laugh -- she felt a slight pity for the male but no words were to spill. Not even a question like most people would ask to see if the latter was perfectly fine. Shaking her head twice before fixing her posture when they met eye to eye. His finger glides along the device and her lips unconsciously form into a small frown, hoping it wasn't broken or no huge damage was formed as well.
Though when he walks like nothing has happened, it only intrigued Naeun much more. What a surprise, normally people would cause such a fit over their possessions falling onto the ground and shatter, if not break or etched a quick scratch upon it. He plays it all off quite well, he portrays his emotions like no other and she continues to put more thought into it like she shouldn't have.
A glimpse of a piece of paper was still on the ground, she takes it with no hesitations. Pinching it in between the pads of three fingers before she hurries her steps to approach him, not entirely sure how he'd react.
"Excuse me, sir." The petite female says, the words were soft and a cloud of mist was chained to it as well. Lifting up the thin sheet up higher for the stranger to see, her lips curve into a timid smile. "Just out of curiosity, is this yours?"
