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chittaphon ‘ten’ leechaiyapornkul moodboard ( 2 / ∞ ) ↳ ft @gyuobs , ahjussi kim sunggyu
“ i think i like it the most at 3.20 in the morning when i crawl into bed with you and you don’t mind. ”
“ ten, that’s really sweet and all … but i don’t really have a choice because you have a spare key. ”
"It's a problem, I get it."
Deep Sentence Starters: Still Accepting!
Gohn glances at the toaster- burnt to a crisp as he holds the fire extinguisher tight. To his knowledge, toasters are not meant to be this hot, nor are they meant to set small areas of anything on fire (except perhaps bread. He’s positive that they do, in fact, light bread on fire for a millisecond or something). He furrows his brows for a moment- giving a sympathetic smile to the older fae. It’s not like either of them are any good with technology, but so far Gohn hasn’t really said much to Gyu about this issue. It’s not something either of them can help, after all. Fae are just... bad at this stuff. He’s pretty sure he heard a human say that once, and he can’t help but believe it.
He shakes his head a little before setting the fire extinguisher on the ground. If nothing else, he’s glad that he managed to find the thing and operate it- even if it did blast him back a good bit at first. He pats Gyu on the back lightly- still trying to be worth some sort of comfort. The fire didn’t get out of control at least. It didn’t destroy much outside of the toaster and maybe a bit of the cabinet... Hopefully that’s an easy enough fix! He moves to Gyu’s line of sight- head tilting to the side as he signs a bit quickly. He just wants to cheer the older fae up. A few words of encouragement should be worth something after all!
“Don’t be so hard on yourself. It’s just a fae thing... Maybe next time we can find a better way to toast bread?”
“ what did you expect?”
dexter starters: open
“For the memory card to last longer than a few hours, maybe?”
It’s with great disappointment that he reads the message on his screen, telling him in no uncertain terms that the data has been corrupted and his photos have been entirely wiped out. There’s always a risk that it’ll happen, of course - and he’s thankful that it wasn’t for work or anything too important - but it does mean he’ll have to be a little more careful with his magic. Maybe he’ll go back to film cameras for a bit; those are always fun.
Sighing, Taehyung switches off his camera, setting it back into its bag. He’s not exactly pleased but there’s not much he can do about it, and there’s never been any use in crying over spilt milk. Besides - lemonade out of lemons. This gives him a perfect excuse to finagle a snack off of Sunggyu.
“So, like- I’m sad. Really sad.” His acting skills leave much to be desired, voice deadpan. “And I think a snack would help. Eating your feelings, you know? Stuff like... Baked goods.” It’s not so much a hint or a suggestion as it is an outright request, but Taehyung’s eyes are wide and hopeful as he pulls his legs up to cross them. He is feeling a little upset, after all.
"You never talk about it, why?"
starter sentences // still accepting!
she pauses, a thoughtful expression crossing her features. her head tilts to the side, observing the male as she takes in the inquiry. it’s a bold one, to ask something so personal, something so near and dear to her, something so pivotal in her life. why doesn’t she talk about it? why indeed.
“why would i?” her breathy voice questions. she turns her head to address the male, brows raised curiously. her tongue swipes over her lips, teeth pressing down on her bottom lip. “am i obligated to talk about such a horrid time? if you’d like, i could. what would you like to hear first? the death of my child? my kidnapping? the torment? my turning? how it felt to rip a man’s throat out with my teeth?”
her tone sounds deceptively innocent as opposed to the crude and barbaric events of her life. she blinks steadily, expression not changing from her curiosity. and then a smile tugs at her lips, a whisper of a laugh leaving as she bows her head, pushing strands of her hair behind her ear.
“or would you like to hear about the weather instead?”
