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I still have three more drabbles to get to, but I don't feel any more coming out of me for a while, so I'll get to them tomorrow, or maybe sooner. I apologize for the wait. I've tagged the people I have to write for and if I haven't answered yours yet, feel free to resend the prompt.

#*notes #choarae #prxcax #ssczitao

First Encounter || Leo & Luka

The big day has finally arrived for the premier of the musical as the staffs were running around the studio, preparing for the big stage. Leo stood there as his assistants gets him touched up, mic ready and hair done. Indeed, he was nervous as he was biting down on his lips. They've rehearsed countless times but this time it felt different. Many people would be attending including his friends and family. To add more to his worry, he was one of the lead characters so the pressure has gotten really high for him at this point. "Ah -- " he sighed when he heard the director shouting they'll be on in five more minutes. Leo had made his way through the long hallway, singing some parts of the songs he rehearsed. The curtains were lowered, the props were in place and finally, the background music was played.

#prxcax #para;

gxccikim & prxcax

Noma was quite tired, but decided to go for a stroll down the park. By the time he saw a bench he was really exhausted and craved for a cigarette. So, he sat down to another figure who was sitting there. He light up his cigarette and stretched out his legs, his ankles crossed over one another. Noma was always was one to examine every little thing that surrounded him. So when he looked over at the person next to him, he looked at their clothes with a small smile. "Aye, you have good taste."

#gxccikim #closed.#starter #prxcax

An Act of Persuasion; (Luka & Youngjae)

“Uhmm…”

Nothing was familiar. It was like the day when Youngjae had first landed on Earth and had absolutely no idea where he was, what he was doing and how he was going to survive. The walls of the buildings here were scarred with vulgar words in the gaudiest colours, the paint still wet and still corroding Youngjae’s sense of smell. There were unidentifiable dark patches on the ground, wounds carved by the inhabitants—or perhaps, as Youngjae skirted around a streak of red, the inhabitants instead were wounded. It was dark, despite the sun still not having set yet, as if the light had forsaken these narrow alleyways, the buildings clamouring together in an act of safety in numbers.

Maybe he shouldn’t have fallen asleep on the bus, but he did, and he had thought that this was the most direct route back home, but now he didn’t. He stared at the unfamiliar surroundings, a sense of dread pawing at his insides as he realised, well, he was truly and utterly lost. He couldn’t see the sun from which he could calculate a fairly northerly direction, nor had the stars risen yet. He was in a liminal space between light and dark, a place where shadows blended together into one single tone and suffocated the senses. He did the only thing he could and continued to place one foot in front of the other, blindly turning corners.

He rounded a corner, and thought there was a darker shade to the monotone grey. As he approached, the outline condensed and sharpened, forming a figure in the alleyway. Almost with a sense of relief (despite the dread that had now sat up fully alert and ears pricked), Youngjae trotted up to the other.

“Excuse me,” he gave an uncertain smile at the stranger. “Could you tell me the way to the nearest main road?” He wasn’t about to tell the other where ‘home’ lay, he decided that it would be simple enough to find a main road and navigate from there.

#c: persuasion #prxcax