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[gmxjinah-blog]

"whisper"

of all people to see while she was out in her normal life, jinah had to run into sangster. he was one of the only people who knew what she did, and she was cursing that fact right now. it wouldn’t do for him to reveal her nighttime dealings, and with just the thought of her protecting herself, jinah stalked through the cafe to confront him.

jinah sidles up to sangster, keeping her voice low as she leans in, a false innocent smile on her lips. “i’m sure you recognize me, and know what i do. don’t make me threaten you.” a glint of serious warning flashes in her gaze before she gives him a wink, an airy chuckle passing her lips to throw off anyone who might have been watching the exchange.

[gmxobsidius]

"whisper"

"are you lost?"

namjoon's used to finding lost puppies in the street, both metaphorically and literally. that's how he met one of his closer friends, and he'll always appreciate taekwoon's presence when it's there. he's always been too nice for his own good, ever the watchful and worried eye, which is why he gently latched his hand onto the foreigner's wrist, guiding him off of the crosswalk before the light turned green. after there wasn't any response, only a confused expression, he tried again in english-- "are you okay?"

he had to whisper it, because he had a cold, which meant his voice wasn't as up to par as it might be under ordinary circumstances. he hoped the kid could even hear him-- he didn't seem like he was in pain, at least, like taekwoon, but there was still that expression of worry on namjoon's face, as he waited.

thank god he's fluent in three different languages. it was helpful, sometimes.

[gmxtyche]

"How old are you really?"

four hours at an almost desolate circus is a little over-exaggerated, don’t you think? ( it’s a mutant circus visiting shinkyo for three days, which makes it even more tremendous than ever ). however, tyche’s group of friends finally finds the time to acquire some nourishment, feeling very worn out from the amount of time they’ve spent in this once-in-awhile experience.after completing her styrofoam cup of black coffee, a woman who appears like her height is about six foot two; face also covered with centipede tattoos, intrigues the ghoul to go in another circus tent as a finale of her day. she informs her short withdrawal from the group before sauntering toward the tent —

HOUSE OF FORMALIN: displaying a show of internal organs and unclothed body content!

— the poster says, and she immediately proceeds to walk in, but halts at the unfamiliar voice in english. “huh? you talkin’ to me?” an index finger points to herself, australian accent quite thick. “do i look like a fucking eleven year-old to you? your answer is no whether you like it or not — and a legal girl wanting to watch this kind of stuff isn’t wrong, you know.”

[gmxjinah-blog]

"Would you kiss me in the rain?"

"that depends, how much you gunna pay me?" jinah couldn't help but snort at the question, shaking her head. "okay, in all honesty, nope. the rain is pretty lame, i don't like to get cold and wet. that's not the right setting for a kiss." she was rather bemused at the male's question, but couldn't help herself from humoring him with an answer.