[ creamed ] *yongbin & luhan
Luhan wasn’t even sure what he was doing there. The last thing he wanted was to be surrounded by a large group of people, least of all complete strangers, but there was something inexplicably compelling about the thought of discounted food (and, if he was lucky, food that was completely free) that he headed to the shop straight after training. Even if he'd spent the better part of the last three weeks feeling like he was constantly climbing out of a hole only to dig himself three feet deeper, he still coudln’t resist--it seemed old habits never truly died.
With a bright yellow band around his wrist, large, brown doe eyes scanned the crowd, specifically around waist level, on the lookout for a twin to his bracelet, an indicator for the night’s victim partner. What he found was a plethora of greens and purples, so many that he was starting to think the joint hosting the even had some sort of vendetta against him, or just Chinese males in general. He was nearly about to give up, to head back inside for a different colored accessory when he spotted the vibrant hue he was looking for, and like a bee to a flower, he maneuvered through the crowd, grabbing hold of the stranger's wrist and tugging him along as if they'd been friends for years
"Hey, bud," he greeted, grin wide on his face. "How's about some ice cream?"