#mpxyuyan

[exmposiris]

🎃 Hallow’s Eve Ball 🎃

Superman & Supergirl Osiris is going alongside his wonderful daughter @mpxyuyan

After careful consideration, they have decided that Yuyan would be better suited as Supergirl, so Osiris will be there as Superman. He arrives in a sober Clark Kent-like outfit and glasses, but will sneak away somewhere throughout the evening to tear it off and return as Superman; new to this party and ready to dance with everyone all over again. His Kryptonite? Definitely hugs.

[mpsaint]

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☮ stroking/ruffling hair

@mpxyuyan

"Are you okay?” Saint said as in a slightly hurried step, something akin to a job went over to a girl on the Mount Phoenix university campus. Unlike all the students, he was not carrying books or a big bag. No, no. He was no student here. He was just a son of the headmaster, here to do his bi-weekly report of how he was doing over an awkward lunch. At least he thought it was awkward, he couldn’t wait for it to go back to phonecalls. It would also take him less time for he wouldn’t have to travel all the way here! 

The worries about the expectations of his father and his next competition had left his mind briefly though as he had seen a girl struggling. It seemed she might have some kind of injury on his leg, he was intimately familliar with the sight of them as a high flying member of the professional figure skating world, both in opponents and sometimes himself. Usually he pushed through minor injuries though. Yet here he was, telling her to take it easy. Unknowing that this wasn’t just an injury. “Take it slow, did you hurt yourself?” Absentmindedly he reached a hand up to stroke a leave off the girl her hair that had tangled in it when she’d been on the ground just then.

[mpxhwiyoung]

“Did you close that door?”

He didn’t turn back, instead focused on the half completed dissection on the student’s lab bench. Hwiyoung wasn’t a teacher - and with his temper could never be one - but he’d clearly lost a bet and was a guest lecturer for the day. “To the supply closet? Maybe - I didn’t pay attention,” she responded honestly, pointing to her stitches, “Your suturing needs work.”

[mpkibin]

“ i’m not even a hot mess. i’m more like a lukewarm mess. ”

Random Texts Meme: Accepting!

“I mean, lukewarm is better than hot in that sense, right?” Kibin chuckles, an easy smile on his lips as he works on his watercolor painting. “I find it a bit hard to believe though, YuYu. You kind of seem...always put together. I’m a little jealous.” Kibin leans back to check his work, frowning when something doesn’t quite add up. Watercolor can be so unforgiving. The scene before him is a snake resembling a Chinese style dragon basking in a cherry blossom tree, but it’s...runny. Tame, compared to his usual body of work. “Why do you say so, anyway?”

He puts away his brush for a moment, resting his elbow on the table and his chin in his palm. It may not look like it, but if Kibin has to continue for one more second without a break, he may just rip his paper to shreds. Art, man. He gives Yuyan his full attention so that he can listen and offer advice if she needs it. It’s at that moment that he feels wetness leak through his shirt sleeve, and he looks down with a startled jerk to see that he’s rested his elbow right in his watercolor painting.  “....dammit!”