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---Hello There! I'm Jo Sojin, Nice to meet you!

A smile curls its way onto Kieron's lips when the stranger approaches him, though it's been happening more often recently, but he won't deny that he enjoys the attention.  With a bow of his head from where he sat at the table placed outside of a quaint cafe, he offered the seat across him to the female.

"Hello.  I'm Kieron.  It's nice to meet you as well."

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Leaves a small box containing a cake inside, a pink sticky note attached to the top reading; Hello hello! Welcome to the complex~! I'm Bae Suzy, I'm just in Room #333 if you ever need me! Feel free to come and drop by my room whenever you wanna chat, or to just eat sweets with me~ P.S. Just a warning when you open the box... Confetti will burst, soo i don't think you should look into the box as you open it ^^v

The urge had hit Kieron to go out for once to explore the new building he had moved into when his shoe nudged a small box resting just outside his door.  He leans down, picking up the box and holding it in one of his hands as he reads over the small note attached to it.  Room 333?  He'll have to remember that for when he wants to talk with someone.  Though the warning has his eyebrows raising, and he didn't think he should challenge those words as he takes the box inside, setting it on his kitchen counter with a smile.

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{/Walking towards the male with a flower crown on his hands} Hi sir, I'm Bambam and it's very nice to meet you. {/Reaching out to put the crown at the top of your head} I hope you're having a great day so far.

For once Kieron hadn't been interrupted by the tugging at his consciousness, forced awake during the night to satisfy his hunger, and he had taken the small bit off freedom he had to visit the park.  With his back pressed against the back of a bench and a book in his hands, he soon turns his attention towards the boy that came up to him to place a flower crown on his head.  Blinking in slight confusion, he soon finds himself smiling at the small gift.  "Thank you.  My name's Kieron, and it's nice to meet you too, Bambam."

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23.  Your muse is a soldier in the war, mine is their lover back home — they exchange letters.

Another explosion, another round of shots, and another day of orders after orders.  Kieron was growing tired of being a soldier, tired of nearly dying each and every day, tired of seeing his friends being killed or maimed one after the other.

Though there was always one thing he looked forward to every week; the day he would receive a letter from Sungrok.  They had been together only a year before Kieron was to leave for the military, and the time he had left, the war started once again.  Now he was stationed in the midst of the battlefield, receiving letters every so often from his lover, and he can never stop himself from smiling so widely as he reads through the written words, swearing he could hear his lover speaking them to him.

But it was always took him at least a few days to write back.  He never had enough time to truly write him back, not with each day being a fight for his life, and the only time he has to himself is when he’s reading the letter repeatedly, feeling the tears prickling his eyes at the thought of Sungrok being home alone each and every day.

Though he only has to wait another week, then Kieron will be home again.

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28.  Our muses survive a zombie apocalypse together.

Why now?  Why here?

There was death everywhere.  Too much death.  Too many to warn about.

Kieron felt himself becoming increasingly dizzy as he watched the news, hearing of the hundreds--no, thousands, of deaths taking place.  He couldn't be to each fast enough, not even as a banshee, though he knew that he didn't have a reason to be worried about himself becoming one of those things.  Though when he heard the screams from inside his building, he was on his feet almost immediately, and he made his way towards his small kitchen, taking one of his larger knives in his hand before he threw open his front door.  The sight of a smaller boy being chased had Kieron sprinting forward, and his hand pushes the boy into his small apartment as the blade embedded itself in the being's skull before he was turning.  Slamming the door behind him and pressing his back to it, he soon looked towards the boy that now joined him, and motioned for him to take another one of the knives--just as a precaution.

Kieron could feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins, could feel his eyes flashing that strange, bright cerulean.  Switching the knife to his other hand, he soon opens the door, wailing as the creatures came through the opening--singing his death song, though it wasn't for him.  No, he couldn't warn of his own death, and he was sure it wouldn't be for the boy behind him as that same blade met what used to be human until the rotting corpses laid outside his door, and his once brown hair shone white, the knife and his clothing bloody despite the bite marks that would do nothing to the demon.

"Are you okay?"

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7 or 21 you can choose-

7.  Our muses swap bodies for a day.

Things always felt different to Kieron.  Each and every day he would be tugged awake, his subconscious pulling him from the depths of his sleep and into awareness.  Though it was always for the same reasons, his insatiable appetite during the nights or the need to warn of death.  Yet this time--this time was different.

Eyes snap open when he feels the tugging at his subconscious, but it's milder than normal, like a small whisper in the back of his mind that he can't help but to listen to. Immediately sitting up on the bed, he's lifting one of his hands, dragging it through his hair while his mind wanders towards thoughts of why the need was so suppressed until fingers take hold of a lock of hair.  It felt different, not like his own.  His eyes widen when he sees the different color, and his eyes then move to the room surrounding him, noting how unfamiliar it truly was.

Feet carry him towards what he guesses is a bathroom--and as lucky as he can be--he turns his eyes towards a mirror, finding himself not in his own body, and instead, he was in a taller body, much taller than he was accustomed to.

"What?"  Even the voice was different, and he found himself immediately moving out of the bathroom and over towards where he spots this stranger's phone resting.  Kieron's lucky for the lack of a password as he types in his own phone number, though his mind wanders for a moment whether or not the person in his body would be forced to succumb to the mythical side of himself, and if so, he would be even luckier for his phone to be with his body.

"Pick up, damn it."