#halfofgemini

[zensuality-blog1]

with @halfofgemini & continued from here!

( SMS → Agent 707 ) wtf are you talking about?? ( SMS → Agent 707 ) have you finally lost it lolol ( SMS → Agent 707 ) and how can it have my eyes, i’m not even related to you...

[neuenachriicht-blog]

@halfofgemini

He was not happy at all to see his twin again. Angry he looked at him, his arms crossed. There was no way he would get close to the other or be nice to him. “...what do you want?” he asked, his voice cold. He for sure didn’t come for him, that was sure. Probably for something else. After all this time of waiting for his dearest brother to come, what he never did, Saeran had lost any hope of him coming and getting him, so why now? 

[nunchiis-a-blog]

@halfofgemini

          “ no takebacks. ”  he says, shoving the crown of orange roses into saeyoung’s hands.

[abandnment-blog]

( @halfofgemini | starter call )

Thankfully, today has been quieter than normal. Their mother had left early in the morning ( saeran was not sure where she had gone. he hadn’t wanted to ask. ), and while he had initially been anxious, not knowing when she would return or what she would be like, he has started to grow used to the unusual calmness.

“Hey... Saeyoung.” Despite the lack of scary adults, Saeran finds himself whispering out of habit. “It’s nearly Christmas, right ? ... Do you think we’ll be on the nice list this year?”

He doubted it. They had been born naughty, after all. Still ... He couldn’t help but wish. Maybe Santa would make a mistake and leave them presents after all ! 

[abrasiveheroine-blog]

@halfofgemini

She’s still not really sure what she’s supposed to… do. Stick around. Help out. There’s not much of that yet, though. It’s tempting just to sit around and chat, but she should actually figure this out, huh? Or... something.

She kicks her legs up then lets them dangle over the side of the bed. So. If she is sticking around for a while, however long that may be, she should probably add ‘getting food’ to her to-do list. Convenience store stuff will only tide her over for so long. ...though, oh god, what if she gets normal food, real food, but then she fucks it up and has to either try again or call it a loss and just get junk food? What if they’ll know somehow? Or, someone sees her take more trips than necessary and thinks she’s weirdly attached to this place? She’d have to smuggle in more groceries and --

Okay, yeah, no, that’s a non-issue, it’s ridiculous.

...still. She can’t help but pick up her phone and start tapping out a hesitant question.

[txt] hey, so just out of curiosity, not really important [txt] uh [txt] there’s no reason to check cameras at the moment, right [txt] and for the foreseeable future there won’t be either [txt] just uh [txt] just wondering

[ofminteyes-blog]

@halfofgemini

Saeran is... well, he’s not exactly swamped in the gaudy Christmas sweater he’s wearing, but it’s close enough, and he plucks at the hem, shuffling uncomfortably. Little bells jingle as he fidgets.

“...this is stupid,” he mutters after a moment of baleful silence. He’s a regular Ebenezer, even decked out as he is. “Do I... have to wear this?”

[puppylcve-blog]

❛ do not go in there, you’re going to get murdered! ❜

“Murdered?! I won’t.. get murdered, right? You’re joking, right?! I’m in public, so I think it should be fine..?” Still, his feet were hesitant to continue. He couldn’t match the bravery in his words after all. “A-Actually.. I’m.. just going to stay right here!” 

Really, he felt like he had no choice. He was stuck in an unfamiliar place with only a creepy bus as transportation. And to make matters worse, the bus gave this strange vibe, like it was just waiting for him to get on. Of course, Seven wasn’t his first choice to call for help, but surprisingly, he’d been the only one to answer his phone.

“How will I get home though..? I don’t even know where I am.. and there’s no one here…” Yoosung was practically crying over the phone as he found a bench to sit down on. “I’m so scaaared~  Please– God Seven..!! Use your hacking powers to find me before my phone dies!” 

[mystic-eunnie]

“real smooth, tripping over air.”

“Heeyy,” she mumbled from the floor, giving him a pout. “I’m tired okay? The floor get’s all wobbly...” She rested her head down on the floor, not even bothering to try and get up.