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‹ ♕ —; ❛ Welcome ❜ She said with a soft smile gracing her pink lips, she didn’t know him at all but she has a good feeling from him for some reason, she was comfortable enough with him enough to let him sleep hours on her shoulders so she supposed it’s a good sign to begin their friendship. Funny thing is that she’s usually won’t let strangers sleep on her or any contact really, the Princess values herself very much. ❛ Ezra? that’s a beautiful name ❜ She looked down at her feet and smile, that was a name of a man that used to love her, not to mention was her close friend before he disappeared. ❛ Come on, we don’t want to miss it ❜ she took her pink coat off his body and wore it as she dragged him out the train, ❛ I’m here for some adventures and exploring, what about you? ❜ she asked him with curious eyes. Her daily life has always been walking aimlessly in Seoul since she’s quite lonely, sure she has a large circle of acquaintances but no one really made her way through her heart so she spends her day like that but this time she traveled a little further to explore, perhaps cause some mischief.

“Do you think so?” he inquired brightly, eyes shining with amusement. People rarely complimented the name he had been given by his adopted family; a strong contrast to the amount of appraisal he received upon introducing himself in the past. “It’s short for Eaezre,” he explained with a fond countenance. “Someone close to me thought it would be easier for people to say.” His shoulders lifted with a cavalier shrug. “What is your name?”

“Adventures and exploring,” he echoed quietly. It sounded like a far more exciting version of what his intentions were, and he wondered if his explorations would lead to anything close to the definition of an ‘adventure’. A thousand scenarios formed within his mind, and he was quickly lost within the idealistic situations that his ever-so-imaginative brain had produced.

After the realization that he was only leaving the kind woman waiting by staring off into space, his lips formed a sheepish smile, and his hand went to rub absently at the back of his nape—a habit that he had picked up since his stay in the city. “I have never been to this area. I saw it in a tourist pamphlet someone left behind at the shop — I work at a music store,” he added. Fingers idly gripping the strap of his bag, he cleared his throat, briefly searching his brain for knowledge of basic conversation topics. Suddenly, his eyes widen with excitement. “Have you been here before? Maybe we could explore together!”

#mxrtifero #r:es #{ that's totally fine! i feel you on that one. hope this is alright ;;

Please don’t take it out on my boobs.”

[sms — 9:28PM] i think i’m going to watch a movie. test out the new speakers!!

[sms — 9:31PM] i’ll unlock the door, so if you come over ((with food)) just come on in!

An hour ago, Eaezre had sent two messages to his friend, perfectly content in waiting for her arrival. Now, he was curled into a ball on the couch, clutching a pillow, as he stared at the large screen in the family room with wide eyes. His adopted family had installed new surround sound speakers, along with their incredibly large 70″ television screen. The room was dedicated to family nights, but with the remaining members away on vacation for another two weeks, Eaezre was left to spend his time in there alone. It was nice—he could watch whatever he pleased without Dohee telling him to turn off the speakers.

Unfortunately, that also meant that he was by himself while he watched a young woman cower in her basement as a serial killer stalked through her house, blade ready and clown mask sending chills through the young male’s entire figure. It wasn’t necessarily his fault when his friend came into the room, a tub of ice cream in her hand, just as the suspenseful music blasted throughout the entire area, frightening Eaezre so badly that he threw his soda can at the intruder—the contents spilling over her chest and surely leaving a permanent stain on her shirt. Fumbling at first, he finally got his hands on the remote; turning down the volume and scrambling to turn on the lights.

He gave her a concerned glance before thoughtlessly placing his hands on her chest, as though brushing off the liquid would do more than simply leave him with soiled hands and her with an expression of violation. Retracting his hands quickly at the comment, he released a sound that seemed to be the product of both a nervous laugh and a whine.

“I’m sorry, I thought you were a killer clown.”

That was a common mistake, right?

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‹ ♕ —; It's been a about 15 minutes since the stranger have been sleeping on Lily's shoulder but she didn't say a word, only smiled when he actually cuddled up to her. In such situations she'd probably be a bitch and throw to the floor but his presence with comforting and she was feeling kind enough to let him sleep, even covering him with her pink coat. ❛ We're here ❜ she nudged the boy, both of them heading to the same station.

Rarely did Eaezre take public transportation. He preferred walking, enjoying the opportunities given to stop by whatever caught his attention. Otherwise, there was always a friend willing to take him to his desired destination. Today, however, he wanted to venture a little further and that required him getting on a train. He soon learned that train stations were chaotic; equally as much as the downtown area he had grown so used to, though in far more cramped quarters.

He had been lucky to score a seat on the train, next to a young woman who he only shared a brief smile with before they set off. He pulled out a small piece of paper with the station he was scheduled to get off at, along with the address of his destination. He knew that it would take a while, but he hadn’t realized how long he would be sitting in the train. The lengthy ride combined with four hours of sleep had him dozing off in no time.

When he opened his eyes, everyone was getting off the train. He felt a nudge, and was relieved to hear that he hadn’t missed his stop. “Thank you,” he murmured, pink scattering over his cheeks as he got up and made his way off the train before it started up again. He turned back to look at the woman, a sheepish expression on his face.

“Thanks for waking me up. I hope I didn’t bother you. I should’ve gone to bed earlier last night.” After an awkward rub of his nape, he cleared his throat and dipped his head in a greeting. “I’m Ezra.”

#mxrtifero #r:es #( hope this is alright! i didn't actually intend for it to be that long...

relevxs

“Just until that horrid stain is out of your sleeve.” In most cases, William would find it inherently uncomfortable to be so physically close to another. However he squashes his discomfort by the proximity to Ezra, also resisting the urge to scrunch his nose as William’s senses drown in cheap aftershave. With lithe yet, firm fingers wrapped around Ezra’s wrist, William scrubs to his best ability at the stubborn stain in the other’s sleeve– a damp cloth in hand. “What is this, anyway?”

Wearing a ridiculous grin on his face, he can scarcely stifle a laugh at the expressions on William’s face. While he still isn’t sure if they have a mutual understanding of their friendship—if one could even refer to it as such—he does enjoy spending time with William. Well, he enjoys spending time with just about anyone but, idiosyncrasies aside, William amuses him. There are times where the other makes him uneasy, but it’s nothing that would push Eaezre far enough to end all associations with the other—though sometimes he’s sure that William would prefer him to do so.

“Ketchup, hot sauce, blood,” he frowns, “I didn’t really notice it before I put it on, and I was too lazy to change.” Emitting a short sigh, he closes his eyes. He would rather not spend the remainder of his day being scrubbed down like a soiled floor.

“If I took my shirt off, would that make you feel better?”

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“How many times are you going to do that, exactly?” - Jake

Neatly avoiding the DO NOT TOUCH THE GLASS sign, he presses his palms against the cool surface, eyes locked on the creature lurking within the transparent cage.

“Until it starts talking,” he responds as though his reasoning is obvious. The stranger behind him seems to be wearing the same condescending expression that many display upon seeing the young man’s odd behavior, but he hardly cares. His current goal is to get the python to lift its head and strike up a conversation with him.

“I watched Harry Potter yesterday,” he adds, as though that will serve as further explanation. “I’m not a wizard, but you would think that I could at least get him to move.” To further enforce his desires, he lightly drums the pads of his fingers against the glass, voice coming out in a barely audible whisper. “Move.”

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“Please do not pull your pants down in front of baby Jesus.”

“I have to pee,” is his only response. He’s been holding itfor a while, mentally telling himself that he’ll find a bathroom later onduring their ventures, but he has never been to this bustling part of the citybefore, and every time he thinks that he’s going to stop by a bathroom, he runsoff to examine something else that has caught his eye. Finally, it reached thepoint where his entire body became rigid, and the nearest bathroom was furtherthan he could possibly walk in his currently impaired state. There was, however, anativity set resting outside a small church, the lights not yet on, and the loweringsun dimming the area just enough to give him some kind of cover. “Well, don’t—Don’tjust stare at me,” he all but whines,cheeks flushing. Stupid anatomy, hegrimaces, fingers quickly going to undo the button of his jeans. Stupid bladder. He tries to tell himselfthat Kyungsoo’s gaze is not locked on his back, to make the entire spectacle alot more tolerable. He’s hardly concerned about the neatly painted face of thebaby messiah, instead basking in the relief and finishing his task. He turnsaround to glance at his companion, though he’s hardly surprised when he takes into account both the expression that the latter wears along with what exactly he just did. He glances at the figurines once more before his brows furrow and, awkwardly shoving his hands into his pockets, he steps away. “I’ve done something wrong, haven’t I?”

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