#realxstkris

[imyvna-blog]

@realxst-kris : I can't go with you, someone could kill me [`whispers 'she doesn't even let me smack you'.]

[imyvna-blog]

realxst-kris said: 

What kind of rings are you looking for? I’m kind of an expert so maybe I can help?

If you suggested me to use Chrome Hearts for the wedding rings like he did, I will smack you--

[jxniel-archived]

"Storm is coming."

It was faint, distant. Junhee was distracted for a moment, eyes glued on her device to select the next song. The words overlapped with her music, but they were not ignored. The only inconvenience would be that she only heard snippets of the short sentence.

It felt more like childish mumbles.

She looked up, verifying if the information she guessed was right. With the dense grey clouds and the abrupt thunder from afar, a storm was definitely approaching.

“Ah, it is.” She sounded distant in response to his statement. Her mind wasn’t quite there. Even with her headphones off, she stared at the sky with a frown. Now, whether or not she would reach home drenched seemed to bother her.

And this was when she wished she brought her umbrella and didn’t believe the forecast news before she headed out.

The soloist glanced subtly to the side, noticing the tall figure standing. He had what he needed to prevent him from getting wet, an umbrella that looked big enough to fit two people. Perhaps seeking help from him wouldn’t be such a bad idea.

Her eyes trailed up quickly. She cleared her throat, ready to ask, but her polite smile changed to a lopsided one, giving a puzzled look at the man. “Ah—”

His identity suddenly became her main concern compared to the upcoming storm. 

[theqameison]

12-18.

12. Ideas of a perfect date.

I do not believe I’ll be able to provide a sufficient idea of a perfect date at this time. There are many varying factors I would have to take into account in order to meet the expectations of what my companions “perfect date” would be like with my own — but even then, my ideals may vary depending on my mood.

13. Life goal(s).

One day I would like to write a book of all the cases I have (not) solved.

Perhaps, though unrealistically, I would want to own all my dream cars.

If the house overlooking the Han River is for sale, I want to one day own it.

14. Piercings I want.

Previously answered here.

15. Relationship status.

My current relationship status? I’m an unattached workaholic.

16. Favorite movie.

Previously answered here.

17. A fact about my life.

FACT:  While I was consulting an investigation with the Seoul Metropolitan Police Agency (SMPA), I once received a Pororo (the little penguin) stuffed doll from a little girl after I helped prove her father’s innocence.

18. Phobia.

Atelophobia — I fear that I am sometimes not good enough and that I cannot surmount myself of that thought. As a consulting detective in a highly competitive field, I find that it’s rather difficult for me to find work at times when there are new detectives appearing throughout Seoul.

[jsooyeons]

realxst-kris started following you

[✉ → kreese] so...

[✉ → kreese] i know we haven't spoken in awhile

[✉ → kreese] but how's china treating you?

[archived-jinseinoai]

realxst-kris

Send me URLs and I’ll talk about them.

Muse's thoughts:

Her face brighten up at the mention of her ridiculously ’lame’ friend. “Fan Fan!” she laughed happily. “Ah, that cool guy. I like him, he’s nice. I thought he looked some what intimidating. Because of his eyebrows or something. He hardly smiles but when he does, now I get it why he has so many fans. But when he doesn’t, he looks like those red angry birds that made those weird screechy noises.” She places her index fingers over her eyebrows, making a rather angry expression before laughing. “I really do enjoy spending time with him. I know he’s going through a lot now and I know he doesn’t really want to share his troubles with anyone. I understand but a soft, ‘I’m fine’ from him would be nice, it’ll be reassuring to say the least. But whatever it is I hope he wouldn’t forget this somewhat uninteresting cafe owner.”

Mun's thoughts:

// senpai notice me! （＞ｙ＜）that’s how i feel whenever i see kris on the dash. he’s one of those muse’s you wish you can have at least a thread with and i was lucky to have at least a decent number. i know his mun is busy and his mun has several threads going on and threads could go out of date, but it was nice. tbh i have another muse, and with that other muse i got to know this kris. but due to certain backgrounds, i couldn’t actually fit that muse in his life which is why i was lucky to have this muse as back up. i feel sad that kris keeps getting attacked with no basis at all. i guess they were uptight with the fact he’s one of those rp who can pick and drop a thread whenever. but i appreciate if they wouldn’t attack him and his mun so much. his mun has incredible writing and the best portrayal of kris so far and i don’t think anyone could top it. senpai; Wo ai ni! (●´∀｀●) //

[imyvna-blog]

realxst-kris

Send me URLs and I will talk about them

Whoah, giant. Okay, okay. At the first time I saw him, I thought he was a cold guy, and also one of those people who don’t talk much. He gave me a very cool aura. Maybe because of his height and his manga-ish face. I guess what his fans said about he looks like he just came out of a manga is right. But his charisma soon gone the moment I talked to him. All the cool image seems like it was never there, hahah. He just can’t keep his image! He looks cool on the outside but Harry from Dumb and Dumber on the inside. Anyway, I think I owe him an apology. I used to judge him wrong, heh. He was not really the person I thought he was. You know, with all the arrogant and bitchy face (can I say bitchy— hahaha). But I have to admit that I was wrong. He’s pretty nice and he’s a good friend, actually.He’s a great company.

[archived-jinseinoai]

•3•

Send me a •3• and I will put my playlist on shuffle, write down the first line of five songs and give it to your muse as a poem from mine

Now I’m of consenting age to be forgetting you in a cabaret.

I’m alright, even if I become a dead body on the sofa tomorrow.

The wind blows, the seasons change.

I can’t breathe.

A sticky night with black fog, a dark night where you can’t see anything.