Pumpkin’ Carvin’
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He fumbled with the sleeves of his outfit, the people in the festival chattering around him, filling the air with a festive cheer that Youngbin did his best to feel with them.
It was- It was just-
It was nerve-wracking, being in such a crowded, public place- but with company he felt a little better. He sticks close to Soora- walking with her as if she was a shield that would somehow protect him from the dreaded threat of human interaction.
Looking around at the colorful array of costumes, he did manage a small smile, his eyes drawn to a table full of pumpkins of all shapes and sizes, people with markers and various sharp, pointy dangerous tools. He stops his twitching fingers to gently squeeze Soora’s arm and point at the area, his brow quirked up in question.
