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[infhoneyc]

ultimately her boss was odd. bordering peculiar or even straight up fucking weird. jinri can’t afford to judge too much, not when she’s being paid at a higher wage per hour in comparison to most of her friends to do—what? yeah, a dozen cherry cupcakes with fresh pitted cherries. hand-picked, -mixed, -made, -battered, as if he’d be able to tell the difference.

regardless, the pay. the pay is what matters. the pay is the reason behind the luxury brands she adorns, her absolute (current) favorite new pair of heels. the reason jinri stands now, stepping out of her messy flat to head toward the elevator, a box of cupcakes in hand.

just a couple steps ahead is the open elevator, the boy that stands inside. “hey! hold up—” she quickens her pace, eyes narrowing slightly once she notices his movement. holding it open? or?

huh, it wasn’t the first time she’s seen him, was it?

still, this time, the woman manages to slip in, taking a second to card thin fingers through her hair, eyes peering over to meet the boy’s face, lowering to his finger—still on the close button.

“thanks.” 

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the day is more chilly than she prefers so she finds herself sitting on the railing of the bridge leading to the bathhouse, legs dangling off the edge as she takes in the sunlight. peak hours aren’t for another two hours, so she still has time to kill and mess around. upon hearing footsteps approach, she turns and spots a familiar face heading her way.

her lips quirk up into an amused smile.

it’s people ( or in this case, spirits ) like gae that make her job as a gumiho easier.

easily entertained, trusting, and most importantly, gullible. a trickster’s ideal target.

now, lin has no intentions on doing anything aside from teasing the firedog spirit. though, she often wondered what the bathhouse’s protocol is regarding her habits — but maybe, necessity to live would be a better term. but that isn’t on the plan today, nor would the lively spirit actually be a target. livers and hearts are off the menu. this is merely harmless banter she indulges in.

so she stands up on the wooden railing, balancing with ease as she walks towards him, steps light and quick. “gae, watch out! you’re gonna step on a soot sprite!”

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As much as Kazumi liked the times of daylight, she thinks that she might like the times of moonlight just a teeny bit more. Don’t get her wrong, the hours when the sun is up fills her up with happiness and joy of being able to see the wonderful world around her. But the hours when the moon is up shows her a different kind of beauty of the world that can only be seen under the moonlight. It is also, for the most part, quiet around her aside from the whispers and small talk of the workers that call the bathhouse their homes. Kazumi is a bright host, loves to talk and be with people, but she swears the moon has powers because she feels a lot calmer and more sentimental. 

Tonight’s weather is perfect for a walk under the stars, the smell of nature invading her senses as the wind runs through the locks of her hair and softly blows her kimono behind her. She walked without a destination in mind, letting her feet lead her around the perimeters of the bathhouse; not too far, but not too close either. Kazumi kept her gaze above her head, mostly staring at the twinkling lights above her instead of her immediate surroundings. It wasn’t until she spots a figure in the nearby distance where she halts in her tracks. 

She sees the male in her sight with his entire body lying on the grass on top of the hill, staring at the sky above him. She recognizes the moonwatcher and immediately skips up the hill, swiftly and quietly to not disturb him. Kazumi is sure that he must have sensed her presence as she neared his spot, although, doesn’t seem to be startled or moving away as soon as she laid down next to him in a comfortable distance.

“Doesn’t the moon look extra beautiful tonight?” The question is but a mere whisper spoken for the wind to take it to its course, not minding whether or not it reaches the male’s ears.