#r;kai

[sxnyu]

⚡️ @Kira. "Do you love Jongin?" - Not Kai.

SEND “⚡️” AND A QUESTION AND MY MUSE WILL BE FORCED TO ANSWER HONESTLY.

          { ϟ }          Kira hiccuped as a charm hit her, bringing her hands to cover her mouth as she looked alarmed, words trying to escape from her lips, but it was too late as a small “I do” could be sounded out. Her kitsune nose detected Kai, running towards him with her face flustered and kicked him in the tibia before fleeing away in embarrassment. 

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      { regalstatus }

      Kai’s been up for a little while -- not painfully long, but he’s had enough time to prepare a nice, long lazy day for Sehun. Even if the vampire won’t admit it, he knows that it’s needed after everything that’s happened over the past couple of days. He hasn’t asked, for the sake of letting the other rest without being reminded. Instead, he does what he knows best, and just... takes care of the other. “Sehun-ahhhh,” he leans against the door frame dramatically, “the sun, it’s out, and therefore it’s time to move from bed nest to living room nest.”

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      “Dude, that place was in the Avengers movie! Holy shit on a stick--” No, he missed the memo that the filming had occurred in Korea, and now he’s excited.

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      [ sms: xxx ] multimedia message.

      [ sms; xxx ] if you ask nicely, the pants MIGHT come off.

      [ sms; xxx ] ... oh well, hi stranger. hah. whooooops! well. enjoy my tummy--

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      { childrenofbloodandchocolate }

      “Hey... You know what, you’re pretty good. Where’d you learn to do that?” Kai’s easily amused by the antics of street performers, and it’s not unheard of for him to stop and chat with a few. “Don’t give me that ‘I taught myself’ bull, you sound professional.”

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   { thexsirensxcalling​ }

      Kai feels at home among patrons -- really, he does. It’s a wonder he hasn’t gotten out sooner, after his whole debacle. But maybe the company is helping. His palm is pressed against a shot glass, grin curvy on his lips. “It’s not hard, you guys.” And yet the glass is suctioned to his hand when he lifts it.

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      It’s painfully obvious that he’s trying not to sniffle. Hell, he even tries to keep a firm grin on his lips. Anything to hide how he actually feels about being left at the airport. “God, I’m an idiot. Kill me now, why don’t you?” The laughter that follows is bitter, but he still manages to breathe deeply, keeping him alive for a few moments longer, at least.