#interactions.simon

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all the gold and the guns, and the girls, all the boys, all the choices in the world || THE RESCUE

@simonmuhn

Big crowds?– not her thing. Missions? Important missions?? – she was new to. Working with supervillains?? – That's, where Cusp would have drawn the line, had it not been for two civilian lives at stake. She had dodged the rally altogether, knowing her safety was the most important, and still having her obligations to help the hero family at HQ. she’d never fully been on a mission of such caliber before rescuing Whist. she’d had doubts within herself throughout the entire time, and it brought her great pride within herself, her cause, and her newly built confidence, but it was hard to hold her head up high working next to the supervillain, Gwisin.

she’d never heard of him before, and she couldn’t tell if that were a good thing or bad thing.  she had no knowledge of any of his dealings, any past crimes, or his intent upon meeting, but Silver Knight instructed that none of that was relevant to the current mission. the amount of faith to be put in their leader was a tall glass to order at any milkshake shop.

introductions were not at all lengthy, he seemed like he was definitely a cut and dry fellow, short, not so sweet, and to the damn point, which wasn’t a surprising attitude at all to have while on such an important mission. though, a reassurance that he wouldn’t turn on her would have been a nice sentiment. any sort of manners would have been a nice sentiment, as, listen, buddy pal, she wasn’t grand with working with the enemies either. 

something still rubbed her the wrong way about the man– mostly knowing that he supported the syndicate and was a loyal member. her heart pounding with her back against the cold slate wall she thought it best to try and defend her lack of movement. “They seem to have switched up patrol rounds. Last time they worked in pairs every so often, though I’m sure with the new captives–”

But she was cut off by his impatient demeanor. “Okay, well… sure it’s obvious there’s no one down this hallway. I guess, it’s clear to roam...” she should have known it’d be slightly difficult to assert her lead down to the rooms. “You should still, be careful” the whispers in her voice bounced lightly against the walls.

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it was The Radioshack of all Radioshacks. Having passed by the establishment for nearly every day for the last four years on his way to work, Han managed to sneak a couple of side eyes. the deductions came on their own. there were a handful of employees that were worthy of working at The Radioshack. A single mother with full knowledge of the vast range of headphones both wireless, fully cushioned for ears, and of course the new trendy sporty ones. If you were a grandmother looking for a birthday present for a distant relative, you’d surely be in good hands with her. there was a younger employee, who seemed to be the shift lead, heavily unqualified for the responsibilities as the store closed early on Friday nights and Saturday nights the house parties they’d planned from the register were far more important than the selection of batteries they could point you to— it was the most help they could provide. there was another worker, who had the potential to usurp the teen shift lead, though they were terribly unreliable. their absences brought on the owner of the store, coming in disheveled and in entire disarray as if he were doing anything other than obsessing over wires and hardware in his garage on his day off.

yes, Borris-Godfrey— we hadn’t figured a last name, was the most competent of the four workers, having owned the store for nearly 20 years of his life. and even as his tuna melt clung to the tiny wires of his own beard as he ate behind the counter with his nose in a broken alarm clock, Han pointed him out to his friend in complete confidence.

“That’s our guy. I need you to watch the front of the store, while I sneak him out the back. We rendezvous after I lock up. It should be quick and easy. Effortless, even.”

He handed Simon a set of binoculars to take a look for himself, after licking the tip of his thumbs, he began to pet his friend’s hair down. though grooming him at this point could have only stirred an even bigger annoyance in the other. there were things, apologies unspoken and forgiveness that still wasn’t forgiven. “It’s like practice, for the mayor~ Look at us two, Gwisin! It’s like the good old days. It’s like nothing bad ever happened.”

@simonmuhn

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words couldn't ever express the gratitude he'd felt--

ft. @simonmuhn || after the event

-- for having Simon in his life.  Simon Muhn, without a doubt, was his best friend. he deserved medals for the years he'd put up with Han. he deserved good things. he deserved happiness. he deserved all the love in the world, a nice apartment without smells and mold. he deserved whatever he wanted, whether that be trips around the world, endless lunches with the other, naps in the middle of the afternoon, peace and quiet, or pallets of his favorite brand of rice delivered to his doorstep.

and while Han had trouble seeing that this devotion could come from someone else, the moment the door flew open to that best friend's apartment he'd already realized he'd never ever match the friendship Simon had ever given him. he was a failure, while Simon had single-handedly done the job he'd sworn he was put on the Earth to do. protect his sister.

so with the overwhelming gratitude for his friend, the overwhelming feeling of losing to someone better and the overwhelming devotion for his sister's boyfriend, he took a step into that apartment. his chest swelled up at the sight of a fully intact best friend.  there was an ache, as lungs filled like balloons, a nice deep breath before he collided into friend arms which felt a little too much like home. there was a threat of a sob forming, though Han wasn't sure there were any more of those tortured sounds to escape that shell of a body of his.

the first thing he really wanted to do was hug the life out of that stupid man, and squeeze tightly and not let go. it didn't matter if the door was wide open behind him letting out all of the nice cold air of his new temporary home.

the relieve™ washed over him as his own body offered trembles as he pulled away from the brief hug.

"You've done well."

his own gaze, searching for anything other than Simon's face to look at, as if it would cause the other to not look at him back. the scars on his face surely could not have been a pretty sight, nor his pale skin, nor the black spots under and around his eyes.

“better than what I can say for myself.” though he’d only heard of murmured and whispered rumors of the things Simon had done to make sure Mimi was safe. 

“How many of them did you kill?” though it could have been mistaken as assurance, he was mostly asking to hear some sort of gratification.  

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the threats of a headache weren’t a problem at the current moment. the threat of the floor spinning out from beneath his beach boy sandals was not a problem, either. the fact that he had lost a perfectly nice plush towel along with a pair of nice sunglasses at the beach party was not a problem at all for the inebriated Han. the man in the morning, however, would have to deal with those problems, a rude awakening of these revelations would stir until the daylight broke through those dumb blinds of Simon’s terribly lit apartment.

in fact, there weren’t many problems as he clung to the shoulder of his friend. his own bodyweight likely dragging down the other as they were ushered to the right apartment door by a wonderfully beautiful friend that Han certainly did not deserve. she was constantly saving his ass.

though, they both would owe her a for getting them home safe. there wasn’t a thought to thank Min, no, the only thoughts were to pull––

@simonmuhn​ || head in the clouds and I'm not coming down

closer into a nuzzle to selfishly keep himself from toppling over. as if they hadn’t already spent the entire time at the beach inseparable. what was supposed to be a beach party to celebrate life, ended up being a celebration in the friendships that he was so lucky to have. when it was the two of them, just Simon and Han— it was a celebration of silence. it was a celebration of the entire world being completely quiet, save for those two. it was a celebration of what really mattered to Han, seeing Simon so content and at peace for once.

“Let’s take five million more hours to open a door, yes!” he was sunbaked, slightly sunburned with sand still on his skin and a smile on his face. and while he wasn’t already helping the process, he was worsening it, but trying to first stand on his own, second trying his best to yank keys out of Simon’s hands, and thirdly, violently re-inserting them only to cause more of a ruckus for the other inside.

“See… that’s how you open a door, Simon,” though, if we’re honest here, Simon was doing much better on his own. he let out a rather uproarious set of laughter as his footsteps entered the apartment. there wasn’t a thought at all that anyone else would be home. he rubbed his hands together, “More wine, let’s see here.” his voice carried as his slurred words and feet moved to find a bottle, though he was landing on a couch from the dizziness. 

“Simon, you’ll find it, right?”