#dreamsinsoo

[kyungsoo-denuo]

/he hums a long, low note when you say it's not blackmail, keeping quiet for a long while. it's not until they find the cafe, order drinks (ten black coffee for you, some carmel marchiato or something for him), and sit down that he finally speaks up again/ all right, tell me what exactly you did to the phones?

/ten cups of coffee should be good for the next few hours, he decides, and he stacks the things on a tray before following you to a table and pulling a third chair over with his foot once he's seated to rest his feet atop the thing; I did somethin'. I don't even really know. I just looked it up on Google. /snorts softly and picks up his first cup of coffee, easily finishing it within seconds; I basically made a copy of the phone. Whatever show's up on one, shows up on the other. And whatever I do on my copy happens on the original.

[kyungsoo-denuo]

Of course I'll pay for you /he wrinkles his nose as if he's offended by any other possible option. he nods off down the street before walking in that direction/ the closest is a couple blocks from here, I'm pretty sure. /he sucks on his lower lip, thinking silently before nodding/ all right. you're gonna listen to their conversations then use any info you get as blackmail?

/with a small nod, he follows at your side with his hands in his pockets, eyes looking this way and that from building to building in search of something to keep his attention from wandering too much, no matter how counterintuitive that may seem, and he offers a small snort in reply to your guess; Nah, blackmail’s not my thing. Try again.

[kyungsoo-denuo]

/keeps his eyes on your face, humming soft and slow/ all right, I'll keep trying to guess, then. /stands up, tapping at his lip/ will you come drink coffee with me while I think it over? /folds his arms, swaying from side to side/ you're.... going to tamper with their phone call somehow? Like... god dammit, I don't know how to describe it...

Sure, I guess. You’ll have to pay, though, ‘cause I don’t have any cash on me right now. /with a small shrug, he stands as well, hands finding their way into his pockets, and he gives a short snort when you make a guess about what he’ll do with the phones; I guess I could, yeah. But that’s not really what I’m aimin’ for.

[kyungsoo-denuo]

/he presses his lips into a thin line, staring at the phones/ why don't you just tell me, since I don't think I'll be able to guess what your plan is.

What's the fun in that? /after making sure the phones appear to have not been tampered with at all, he tucks them into separate pockets of his jacket and lifts one hand to scratch at his jaw; Maybe I'll tell you when I'm finished with the prank. It'll take a while.

[kyungsoo-denuo]

/he can't help but snort at your answer, covering his mouth and turning away to laugh it off. from there, he maintains the silence, watching you quietly as you work, fidgeting with his hands in his lap/ ..ah, no, I haven't, really. so you're fixing it so you can eavesdrop? /the last is said with mild disbelief, as he can't imagine you're the type to care enough about others' conversations/

/after making a few 'minour' adjustments to the chips and setting the things back into their respective circuit boards, he gets to putting everything back together again; Somethin' like that. /comes his answer, and he doesn't speak up again until he's finished re-assembling the phones, holding the devices up for inspection; But it'll be more fun.

[kyungsoo-denuo]

/he scoots a fraction closer, a number of expressions crossing his face: his brows first shoot up, eyes wide, then they pull down, and his lips purse, his eyes narrowing at the tools. a few more flit across his face as he tries to figure out how exactly this is pranking someone before he gives up with a shrug/ do tell, peter. you're not turning someone's phone into a bomb, are you? /smiles crookedly/

/as silence ensues, he turns his focus to the phones in front of him, tinkering with the circuit board of the first phone until one of the conversion chips pops out, and as he works on doing the same for the second device,  he answers with all seriousness--; Not this time. /and he falls right back into messing with the phone, lips pursing slightly in concentration, though he does mumble a few things while working; Y'ever watch any spy films?

[kyungsoo-denuo]

/his shy smile blossoms into a fullblown grin and he sits down on the ground beside you, though well enough away to be out of your way. wrapping his arms round his knees, he tilts his head to the side curiously/ what are you doing? /he eyes your nimble fingers taking apart the phone/ or rather, why are you dismantling a cellphone?

/his eyes seek out the interiour of the phone he's already picked apart when your expression takes a drastic turn towards weird, and he keeps his gaze fixed on his work as he picks up the second phone and begins to disassemble that one as well, pulling a few tiny tools out from his jacket pocket; I'm pullin' a prank on someone.

[kyungsoo-denuo]

Remember me? /smiles shyly, rubbing the back of his head/

/looks up from where he's sitting on the ground, one dismantled cell phone in hand while a second sits in front of him, ready to be picked apart as well, and although it takes him a second to respond, he blinks once and gives a half-nod; ..'Sup.