#minzakis

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“Wait, this needs to go on Instagram!” / welcome to adn!

Such an image couldn’t prevent her from continuing to laugh. Damon; her small white maltese laid quietly in her bed, her head tilted to the side in confusion at the uproar of laughter from the two girls. Two solid pieces of rectangles cut into symmetrical patterns adorned the canines round face as eyebrows to make it appear as if something had angered her. In reality she continued to remain confused and even wagged her tail suddenly because of the gathered attention she received. Snapping a photo from behind her smart phone and swiping her finger to browse through the several they’ve gathered, she turned the screen to Sana’s side to continue on with the snickering fit. “Damon you look so angry. Who did this to you? Was the wet dog food this morning not to your liking? Would you prefer steak and cheese next time?? Aigo, I’m sorry for being a bad mom.” Reaching forward to pet the top of her dogs head, black round orbs looked back as her small pink tongue affectionately seeked her owners hand for a tiny lick. 

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"on a scale of 1-10 how bad do you think my hair looks today?" / welcome to adn!

` ㅂ ´ ┊ “On a scale of one to ten how successful do you think I’d be if I opened up a critique column? Do you think I could make a living solely off of  my column's ad revenue?” With the vast amount of pleas for advice and suggestions (that he all too often gave out for free) hurled the half pink half blonde’s way on the daily basis, he felt like he just had to ask.

 “You guys always ask me for advice- and I give great advice. So... like, I might as well put my talents to good use and make some money. Like the modern day Robin Hood but with sharper eyes.” Prior sarcasm could be smoothed out just enough to be leave a honey lacquered smile on his lips- and it does, (because really, who could go all callous and no compassion at a face like hers?). But still, like any soon-to-be-certified-critic, he has to judge her fairly. Judge her with scrunched nose, doctor-like stroke of the chin and feline eyes searing into thick, dark, lavender ombre tresses dusted over her shoulder.

 “Why did you ask how ‘bad’? Have more confidence, it’s not fun if you have no confidence. Anyway it’s a solid two… so, not that bad.”  And by ‘not that bad’ he means it-doesn’t- look-like-you-dyed-on-a budget‘; he means–; “It’s a solid dye job. Except, it could use a little more melting.” Svelte fingers take it upon themselves to take through her locks, “So the brown blends smoother into the lavender. See this strand?” Clump, he should have said clump. “I can see where the brown tapers and the lavender ends. But that’s just nitpicking.”And he’s good at that, which is why a cackle follows suite. “Otherwise your hair is great, really healthy. Meanwhile… mine is clinging for dear life.”

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@minzakis:

( sms → 파인애플 ) : henry..i just sent you a picture of a pineapple. ( sms → 파인애플 ) : dont tell me you got off to that

( SMS » Sana ) I’ve never seen a pineapple in that kinda shape but if you say so ... ( SMS » Sana ) You have no idea ( SMS » Sana ) Are you actually gonna eat that??

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minzakis:

“I wouldn’t say I’m a great cooker, but I do have a little knowledge in cooking.” she remarked, beams of smiles eliciting on her face as she pops her chest a bit, standing proud. Who knew watching her mom cook and bake would help her in the future, she never even would have thought she would pick up cooking skills due to the fact that she’s so clumsy. “If you want you can come to Sana’s cooking class 101, call?”

Raises a brow at the others response and tilts her head the slightest. “Eh? A little? Guurl, you should give yourself a lot more credit.” Nina watches the other which makes a smile tugged at her at how much the other had really liked the compliment. Not sure with what the brunette was talking about, forcing her to furrow her brows faintly in confusion. “Whoa.. A cooking class?” Lets out a light, nervous laugh while waving her hands dismissively. “Oh, I don’t want to be a bother. Plus, I don’t think I’ll be able to pick it up as easy.”

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“Nice save on tripping there. Yep, I saw it.”

STATUS: OPEN. 

he’s made a begrudged companion with his bruised knees and stumbling feet–- some days, he’s convinced there’s something wrong with his motor control. when he’d come home from school, the skin on his hands scuffed into something lavender, his mother would tell him he was accident prone. years later, when his manager had tugged him aside, poked his chest and told him L was not supposed to fumble around, myungsoo had said the same thing. nonetheless, his fans love to cling onto the idea that he’s some sort of klutz. 

(just because he fell a few times doesn’t mean anything, right?)

“that–- the stage must’ve been wet. didn’t you feel that? i could’ve sworn i saw one of your members trip a little, too. come on.” he wears a smile, and there’s a casual humour in his tone. “if it wasn’t the stage, there had to have been something on my shoe. i’m telling you–-”