#psychoiclocve

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@psychoticlcve “Ahhhh!” That was the only warning that would be received before a redhead fell into the others side, knocking them both to the ground. Part of the issue when he went outside as Mary was walking in heels. Well running. Walking was easy enough he guessed. “Shit! Sorry! Sorry...” Oh well. Seemed like the person he was attempting to track would get away for the day. He’d just need to attempt to find them again tomorrow. “Are you alright?”

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[ text ]: I realise we were joking at the time but are you considering a stripping career? -- {{ Yeogeol to Saeyoung }}

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AHH! Had be been taken seriously when he’d been talking about that? Surely it should be known by now that only 20% of anything that came from his mouth should be taken seriously! [Text] lolololol[Text] Only a select few will ever be worthy of seeing Seveny Nakey [Text] This divine beauty would be too much for most! [Text] lololol[Text] I was kidding![Text] Zen should maybe think on it though[Text] You know - if the acting doesn’t work out[Text] lololol

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"Saeran-ya~♪, Saeyoung-ya♪" Si-Yeon chimed, holding hands with her little boys as they walked with her to the food court. "I'm proud of you two. Saeran went through with the bone marrow transplant that Saeyoung gave him. I'm going to treat both of you with ice cream and we can go home the day after tomorrow." -- {{ Mom V to the twins }}

@psychoticlcve Saeran hugged into one of her arms rather nervously as he glanced around at the other people who were present within the food court, Saeyoung silently holding onto her hand and glancing around in silent curiosity. He was just feeling rather tired but he was glad that Saeran seemed to be going well. He’d been worried in case somehow he wouldn’t have been able to help his little brother. It seemed like so little that he could offer at times - but now Saeran was already seeming to be so much brighter. “Oh?”, he glanced up towards V with a bright smile, “We can go home? Do you mean that?”. Oh. He couldn’t wait until then. He was tired of this chemical smell and looking at the same old walls for weeks now. To get free from this place was the best reward in his eyes - even if Saeran looked more excited about the prospect of ice cream.

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"Saeran-ya?" Si-Yeon asked, pulling her adoptive son in for a gentle hug. She'd always kept her volume low to avoid scaring the twins. From what she'd heard, their biological mother was constantly yelling at them. Thus, she kept her voice soft for them. "Want to take some pictures, sweetie? There's a plant around here that only blooms at night, so maybe we can take Saeyoung and we'll make it a family trip." -- {{ Mama V }}

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He’d been sitting studying one of the more intresting looking plants that grew within the house but accepted the hug happily, even if his gaze took a little while to move from the plant total the soft spoken woman who now held him. He didn’t want to seem to be rude but there was just something nagging at him about the way that the plant looked.

“It only blooms at night?” He asked softly, attention shifting from the plant to the words being spoken. He wasn’t used to such soft tones. It took a little bit more effort to listen and understand what was being asked of him. It seemed as though she wanted to go somewhere nice though so he nodded.

“If Saeyoung wants to! Is the flower pretty? Can we take photos at night? I thought you needed the light for photos?”

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"Why do you hate me so much?" -- {{ A crying Yeogeol }}

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The urge to scream was growing as the tears begun. Why was he even attempting to explain his reasoning if this was the result? “Who ever said that I hated you!?”, he snapped out, his anger spiking too much to contain back any of the more bitter side of his personality, “I keep saying over and over that I need some space. That doesn’t mean that I hate you”.

He sighed, hands balling into fists by his sides as the urge to just break something continued to build. He wasn’t as soft and cuddly as the girl sometimes seemed to make him out to be. Yes he was attempting to settle in, attempting to lead a ‘normal’ life but that wasn’t about to happen overnight and sometimes, sometimes he just needed space.

“And stop fucking crying! I’m not my brother. Stop treating me like I am”

And with that he stormed across to the other side of the bunker and slammed his door shut - very clearly letting everyone know that he wasn’t to be disturbed, Saeran leaning back against the door with a heavy sigh. He didn’t need this right now. Everyone here could pretend to play happy families all they wished but when he requested to be left alone then those wishes should be heard.

He sighed and let his body sink to the ground, hugging into his knees as he rest his forehead against them, nails digging into his arms as the adrenaline rush ended and a wave of guilt came to settle deep within his chest instead.

Sometimes, no longer being numb felt more like a curse than a blessing.

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@psychoticlcve continued from (x) Spinning her umbrella around with one hand as she studied the male before her, Edna let out a small sigh of anoyance. Why was so always so ‘lucky’ to run into the idoits of the world? “You are the one standing in my way. Arn’t gentlemen suppose to let ladies pass, or has such manners now died away?”

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There was a soft knock on the CEO's door before entering. "Sir? There's a 'Mutou Yuugi' in the lobby waiting for you..." Len quietly said as he watched the CEO working on something new. -- {{ Len }}

As usual the office was pretty dark even this early in the morning, Seto having pulled all the blinds shut as to block out any distractions as he looked over the latest report to be sent his way. He sighed, using two fingers to rub at the top of his head for a few moments, feeling the threat of a headache coming on already.

“And I do remember saying that I did not wish to be disturbed” he spoke towards the report, glancing up for a moment towards Len, before returning back to reading the useless reports. All of this was information he already knew. He had thought hiring the best would help his research move forward - but as always it seemed better to do it himself.

He placed the report to one side, pushing himself to his feet and turning to open the blinds. If he was to have guests, then he will need to let a bit of light inside - or deal with unwanted questions full of sickly concern. “Fine. Let him in then”

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