#enchantevr

[kwoobz-blog]

enchantevr:

"But what other kind of food is there?" Looking up at the male with a confused face, she looked back down at the spicy rice cake in the cup, carefully sticking one on the toothpick given and delivering it to her own mouth. Street food was always a nice form of comfort food, and she was in the need of it at the moment. Who knew she’d run into a familiar face at some street vendor cart? "Actually, on second though, don’t answer that— I don’t think I want to hear a ridiculous answer or any answer." Scrunching up her nose, she shook her head slightly, thinking of all the ridiculous answers that could potentially leave the male’s mouth.

Woobin was hit by the sudden of wave of hunger on his way home, and not wanting to settle for another cup of ramen, he took the risk of revealing himself in public despite his manager's disapproval. Getting off their car as soon as the stop light flashed red, relentlessly running towards the direction of the nearest food cart. The kindly elder woman was asking his food preference for the day, and with the numerous foods displayed right before his eyes, he just can't decide on anything and uttered absentmindedly. "Well, food to eat is my favorite." Unknowingly, another person was beside him, her presence went unnoticed — that was until, her voice broke him out of his trance. "Well, there are foods you can use to hurt people, ya'know. Just like burnt cookies, you can—" his words cut short when she spoke again, causing a frown to rest atop his lips as she continued with her words. "Tsk, asking and not wanting to listen to my answer. What a rude kid.." he mumbled softly to himself, directing his gaze back to the foods and ignored his odd encounter with the stranger.

[suhjun-blog]

"You still have a family."

If I Stay (Movie) Sentence Meme.

"Can we pretend that as the story unfolds, family is something that only ceases to exist?"

Monochrome hues gaze at the female in a questioning way, and yet his features remain soft despite the sharp pain that’s threatening to tear his chest into two seperate halves. Lately, he has been feeling extraordinarily sensitive and that’s not only because the day of his father’s death is nearing, it’s also because of the fact that death seems to surround him nowadays and there is no member of his family willing to support or help him through times where he is in desperate need of a person he can rely on. But his sister is physically hundreds of miles away, and his mother never even bothers to direct a word at him unless it’s important for the future of the company. ”Forget it, I have no family nor do I want to be a part of one.” 

                      Lone wolf, be careful what you wish for… 

                                              “We’ve got ourselves. Isn’t that what matters more?”

[yojunioh]

enchantevr​:

"No, you would have failed as a parent if you actually bought that stupid device and showed it off to your children." Shaking her head side to side, a sigh left her lips before she looked up at the younger but taller male. It brought her disbelief to see that he remained so childish as he held the so called marshmallow shooter in his hand, admiring it. This was not the reason she dragged him to the store with her, and she was going to make sure he didn’t leave the store with that thing in his hands bought. "Put it down already. You’re never going to need that in your life."

There’s clear offense written all over his face as he eyes the beautiful contraption in his hands. The things he could do with this. He could blind one of his friends, attack another, feed the rest – all possibly at the same time. There were so many practical ( or what he would call practical ) uses for the machine and yet there she was scolding him for it. He’s aiming the nozzle right at her forehead, between her brows as if he could blow out her skull with a marshmallow. “Why would I not? Think about it.” By now he’s exaggerating with his arms flailing about, animating each and every one of his words. “Picture a zombie attack, but not a typical one. Oh no, these zombies aren’t killed with gun shots but rather three marshmallows to the face, because what undead creature likes sugary fluffy goodness? But who the fuck would ever think of that? Who would wield such a dangerous weapon? Me. I would be humanity’s saviour, and if I put it down now the entire world is doomed.”

[lachesismx]

"Get caught?" A scoff left her throat before she pierced into the man’s eyes, staring at him intensely. "I never get caught, trust me." With a sly smile making its way across her face, she turned back around to the deed in front of her. The door was locked, of course, but she knew her way around these locks, and this was going to be a piece of cake. Within seconds, she could hear the door unlocking, and she quickly opened it up and made her way into the store. Not feeling a presence behind her, she turned back around to the male who seemed to be hesitant on stepping inside. “Are you going to come in or not?”

Ryo wanted to pinch the bridge of his nose.  She wouldn't be doing this if she truly knew who he was and the situation would have been funny if he had a sense of humor anymore.  "So you do this sort of thing often?" he asked lightly.  Sometimes people had the tendency to spot a cop based on their actions and the sort of questions they asked, everything had to be calculated.  He looked around them, wondering what he should do in this situation.  Something this small was not worth blowing his cover though, they were only breaking into a place.  And he was curious as to why she was doing this in the first place.  "I'm coming," he nodded.