#playdumbs

[gcholdtrops]

@playdumbs​ requested for a short starter: ♡.

           sitting back into his chair with a sigh of defeat, not understanding the line of work the other did; let alone how they’d spend every day of their life doing it.   ❝   I don’t know how you do this every day   ...   ❞

[dcsigners]

          ˚◞ ♡ @playdumbs​

                     ◞  ♡        “  i’m  sorry  if  everything  is  crazy  ,  ”  fleur  looking  to  her  feet  ,  fidgiting  in  the  place  she  stood  ,  not  daring  to  look  up  at  the  other  .  “  i  don’t  know  what’s  happened  to  me  lately  ,  ”  a  shrug  of  her  shoulders  following  her  words  .  “  now  i’m  getting  older  it  makes  me  think  of  how  it  used  to  be  so  easy  .  ”

[changqwi-aa]

@playdumbs​  /  quotes that broke me  |  accepting

❛   you can’t make homes out of people. someone should have taught you that.  ❜  ( from Narabit )

            such words seemed to have come out of the blue  ,  but mitsue just smiles in response  .  he’s quite used to having people berate him without much prompting  ,  after all . . . they all come to his bar to vent and get rid of frustrations  ;  he’s not one to judge the burden they carry nor chastise them for their crass words  .               “  you speak from experience  ,  ”  he states  ,  noting the way the other speaks with such confidence  ,  “  and it seemed to have left a deep impression  ,  ”  the bartender continues  ,  though he has much to say  ,  mitsue holds his tongue  .  it’s not his place to be presumptuous nor make assumptions  ,  it’s not his place to push his opinion nor voice it  .  he grew up as an entertainer’s son  ,  he’s learned numerous things just watching his mother work . . . and most of what he got was how to please his clients  .  most times  ,  people who come here are just looking for someone to listen  .             “  would you like another drink  ??  i can lend you my ear if you wish for someone to relieve your burdens  ,  ”

[cosmiclost-a]

. ° ۰ ♡ ꒱    —  𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫   :    @playdumbs​

          ❛   i know, i know. i’m the best.  ❜    offering a playful look , as he slides the piece of chocolate cake over.    ❛   i  promise you , you’re going to love it. the best tasting cake i’ve ever had  !  the chocolate is so rich and tasty.   ❜    though he doesn’t actually know that. he’s going off what he’s heard from the customers at the cafe he works at has said. 

[feltrain]

“Hi, I’m the problem. It’s me.” // @playdumbs​

[xhxnne]

" woah, woah, woah... try chopping like this. yeah, that's it. you won't chop off your hand this way. " ( from Yoonbok to Jongsuk )

𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 (𝐏𝐓. 𝟏)

For the last few months, his diet had consisted of salads, takeout, and instant ramen. He could actually make tasty food; there were even a couple of recipes he knew how to execute flawlessly, although, they didn't require high skill to prepare. He lived most of his life with his mother, she was persistent and managed to teach him some basic plates, but she was just a self-taught cook, she didn't have any technique to share with him.

"Chop off my hand? A finger or a few fingers, but my whole hand is a big statement." Jongsuk laughed. His eyes focused on the knife and the hand that held the carrots to cut them into small cubes as instructed. Maybe stirring the food would have been a suitable task, he thought. No, he wouldn't learn anything if he kept avoiding it. Yoonbok might have exaggerated the situation, but he had a good point, he was placing his fingers incorrectly, also, the method he showed him was easier to perform. "I promise we won't have to visit the hospital before trying the dish," he said while laughing.

@playdumbs

[feltrain]

“Hey, look at this.” Skipper leans into his fiancee, holding out his phone. “Wouldn’t it be better if we got a place like this somewhere cold? I don’t mind the winter.” // @playdumbs​

[changqwi-aa]

@playdumbs​  /  sc.

            she could feel someone looking at her  ,  nothing ill-intended . . . a curious gaze  ,  perhaps  ,  but a bit uncomfortable  .  lifting her head from the strays she was feeding with jerky  ,  her eyes lands upon a boy . . . no  ,  a man  ,  locking glances with him  .  a piece of jerky dangling from her lips  ,  one hand held a package of the treat and the other was offering it to the whining strays in front of her  .  figuring the man was staring out of hunger  --  or perhaps  ,  she was misinterpreting as she’s meant many children that’d stare at her  ,  silently begging for food  --  she tips the bag of jerky towards them  ,  a quiet offering  .  “  staring isn’t nice  ,  ”  she states  ,  “  spying isn’t nice either  .  ”