#pvrcy

[dansevr]

pvrcy

— ⊰♚⊱ "That would be me," she laughed at how the male seemed to be so flustered. Her spine bent towards her junior for a mere moment in a bow, and she canted her head, the smile ever still present. "How are you doing today?"

It's been two years since he was given the name Kai, but talking to someone he used to see in television still seemed kind of surreal to Jongin, like a lucid dream or an hallucination; was he really standing in front of Jin, or did he hit his head on stage?

             ❝I'm doing good. Sorry I didn't come to introduce myself sooner, we're kind of-- always in a rush. And you? I heard you're really busy these days, sunbaenim.❞

[nahjoon]

pvrcy replied to your post “falls on the ground i am so sore”

— ⊰♚⊱ "...Well, then."

"..What?"

[dansevr]

— ⊰♚⊱ "EXO's Kai?" Sojin inquired, brown eyes staring at the individual in front of her. She'd recognise him anywhere having seen him walk around backstage in music shows, but she wasn't one to be sure how to approach him since, well, the explosive popularity and the staff were.. quite the hinder.

        Kai's head tilted as the feminine voice called out his name. He stared, puffy eyes and placid movements because he was dead tired, even though he would never admit it out loud. Jongin recognized her immediately, '--Jin? Park Sojin-noona?' He almost blurted out, but instead he muttered a quiet: "Hello, sunbaenim," lowering his head in a bow. In front of DT Entertainment's pretty artist, EXO's dancing machine became a shrinking violet.

[crocodilestreet]

pvrcy said: — ⊰♚⊱ “How are you doing this early morning?” Persephone calmly inquired with the smile still present on her face, tucking the marker in the pocket of her jeans. “Ah— It’s a pleasure to meet you, I’m Jin.”

"Nice to meet you, Jin", he returned a small smile. "It's been fairly well. I have to go soon though, schedules." He nodded his head lightly. "How about you?"

[crocodilestreet]

— ⊰♚⊱ The young Goddess twirled the red board marker, approaching the unknown male. With cursive, almost perfect letters, she wrote a few words on his under arm. "Good morning, sir," it spelled and she smiled.

Grab a marker and write something on my muse! ( Anywhere over my muse's body. )

Taekwoon watched the female once he noticed her, a brow raised. When she had finished, he read the writing and bowed his head towards her lightly. “A good morning to you too, Miss ?”