#iajunmyeon

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Junmyeon makes an 'oh' sound and points at the flock of birds behind the unintended victim of the cranberry bread.

Kevin resisted the urge to twist and look, brushing the crumbs out of his hair. “I’m not falling for that.” Squinting at the other, he saw the tips of wings and odd feathers, he supposed, sticking out of his hair and internally felt like the sight was enough to make him give up the ghost. Christ, he hated Owlites. The young ones were like geese. “If you’re so bored, why don’t you eat it instead of throwing it at people.”

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Textbook tucked under his arm, he trekked out toward the woods if only to sit at the fringe. He like being next to trees and had stopped biting them long since he was smaller. Still, their smell was enough to bring him peace. What wasn’t very peaceful was stepping into the woods, apparently right under someone sitting in the branches and unpacking their lunch, and getting a faceful of crumbly cranberry bread. Staggering, somewhat, from the abrupt projectile, he looked down, then up, and without even thinking about filtering his words, said, “Seriously?”