#kuro;

[dick-meister]

Projecting himself outside of his home has been a struggle, never did he think that when waking he’d spend so much time on the surface. Maybe he needs a protector of his hoard so he could venture out without fearing the safety of the library.

“Sprout, Ishstolphel.”

The words hit his ears where he stands at the tip of a spire that centers the library. When he turns, Acutulus finds a lone figure down at the base of the Library entrance, just at the large, deep crevasse that separates the hoard from the entrance to the cavern.

A drawn sword, piercing red eyes and an aura of challenge falls upon the normally calm and serene space just as a filed of light green magic coats the ground, clashing with the blue light given off by the natural grown crystals that dominate the rocky walls that surround the library.

Unfortunately for Acutulus, the Hibiki family member shares her cousin’s urge for battle almost like an inherited curse upon them.

The dragon meets the challenge with his own as a dominating force causes the ground to shiver and groan like a contained earthquake, a reminder that she is in his domaine.

“Very well, human.”

[kyungsoo-denuo]

/he blinks his eyes wide open in shock, flinching when he hears the door slam. at first he sighs, then chuckles quietly to himself, running a hand through his hair/ that could've gone better.... /he sneaks back inside, gets his octopus balls, then places a note with his number on the counter before leaving/ "if you're ever bored and want someone to kill time and/or coffee with, call me. if you do, i'll tell you who i am."

/it's just short of eight hours' time when he finally opens the door, violin still in hand and should-be-calloused fingertips only slightly pink from the constant plucking he'd been distracting himself with, and it's only after an hour of sitting on the sofa upside down and staring at the ceiling does he finally go into the kitchen for a glass of water, glancing over the note and rolling his eyes; ..Whatever.

[kyungsoo-denuo]

Despite how closed off you are, you're a very open person. honest about your feelings, unafraid of showing or saying what you think. everyone else is eager to play to someone else's tune, do what they can to keep them pleased. you don't give a fuck and that's what I like about you. I get the feeling that once I get past your walls, you'd be a wonderful friend to have. /shrugs again/ so that's what I mean when I say I know you well enough to admire you.

/with a second cigarette already between his lips, he finds himself frowning, brows pinching together as he keeps his gaze focused on the city below, and he doesn't take more than a single drag from the cigarette before he tosses it onto the balcony behind him and looks over at the stranger; Walls are put up for a reason, whether to keep something in or out. I don't need anyone anymore, so just stay away from me. /hopping off the rail, he heads back into the apartment to grab his violin and lock himself in a room, slamming the door behind him to make a point;

[kyungsoo-denuo]

/shrugs one shoulder, turning his head to face you/ I know you well enough to decide I want to know you even better, and eventually be able to call you my friend. /hums in thought, drilling his fingers against the rail/ want me to leave you alone yet, then?

/he keeps his gaze averted the entire time, watching the streets below and counting every blue car that passes by, and when he runs out of shit to smoke, he extinguishes the flame against the rail and tosses the butt so that it lands somewhere on the balcony, pulling a second one out right away; Kinda, yeah, if you couldn't already tell.

[kyungsoo-denuo]

I don't /he answers with a soft smile, watching the smoke curl up and away/ I'm actually quite fond of you, in a friendly manner. but you hate me by default, don't you? since you hate everyone?

You don't even know me. /he lifts the cigarette to his lips again, inhaling slowly and letting the smoke sit on his tongue before releasing a short succession of rings and watching them disappear; And yeah, I do.

[kyungsoo-denuo]

/heaving a silent sigh, he forces himself to get off the comfy couch and walk to your side. he leans against the rail, arms braced and folded on the top, looking out toward the sky/ ...I think you'll eventually learn to like me, if I hang around long enough. /he snickers softly/ or we'll be friends who hate each other, because you'll find me annoying. wouldn't that be fun?

No. /he answers quickly, already inhaling from a lit cigarette and releases a thin string of smoke slowly, free hand flipping the lid of the lighter open and shut; Friends can't be friends if they hate each other. 'Sides, you don't look like you hate me.

[kyungsoo-denuo]

/watches you from the couch, wondering what you're doing in the kitchen/ not even friends who give you free coffee?

I never said you were my friend. Strangers give me coffee all the time. /he picks up a pack of cigarettes from the counter and heads for the balcony, leaving one of the sliding glass doors open as he hops up onto the railing and pulls out a cigarette and lighter;