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Those tears don't suit your face.. - To Alex from Jack

Alex doesn’t normally cry — not because he thinks it’s ‘unmanly’ or anything, but he just never has anything to cry about. He knows he has had a good life and still lives a good one compared to some of the other tenants and he’s always grateful because of that.

Yet here he is, crying quietly in his shop out of anger and frustration. He had been working on painting and designing a specific board for weeks and he was nearly done — when a clumsy kid came in and knocked paint over it, basically ruining it.

Oh yes, Alex had struggled not to scream.

The words from the other male startle him; he hadn’t even heard anyone enter his shop. A small, wry smile curls his lips and he wipes at his eyes. The blond turns away slightly, giving a small shrug in response.

#;alex!speak #salvamiamami #[Ended up longer than I anticipated--]#salvami-amami

♥ - from Lyr

♥: Our characters will have a Mistletoe Kiss

Addie and Lyr walked through the door of the 24 hour coffee shop. They'd made a habit of coming here every Thursday night after her dance practice. At least he's finally gotten over her buying their drinks; they alternate who pays. This was the last time they'd have coffee together for a few weeks though. It was almost Christmas, and her family was going out of town for the break.

He held the door for her as she continued their conversation. "I don't know where we're going yet. My dad always plans the vacations and keeps them a secret until we get there. I'm not too fond of it, but he always says its a family tradition or whatever."

He follows her, smiling as they walk to the counter. She goes to order her drink, and the lady at the counter tsks and points back to the door. "No drinks until you follow the rules." She smiles coyly, and Addie follows her gaze.

And there, above the door, is a small sprig of mistletoe. Her jaw dropped the tiniest bit, and she looked back at him. "Ha!" he retorted. "I don't think so."

"Oh come one, we can't get our drinks if we don't do it." Although she wasn't too keen on the idea, either.

He rolled his eyes at her and groaned. "Fine." He scrunched his face and kissed her forehead. "There. Good enough." Addie couldn't help but laugh. "Now order my drink while I so wash and sanitize my mouth and get girl germs off of it."

#salvamiamami #lyr #answered #((sorry that this is short and bad its late and yeah sorry >< ))#salvami-amami

Hunting

A blue scarf hung loosely in the break room, along with a dark green coat. The owner of the clothing was nowhere to be found in the vicinity. Instead, he stood out in front of the bar. His fingers curled around the glass of one of his orders with practiced ease. He balance the beverage a top a platter before he rushed back off onto the floor to deliver it to a customer. This practice continued through the night, wearing out the fey until all he desired was to crawl out beneath his covers and curl up to sleep. There was a soft clatter as Jongdae set the latest vibrantly colored order upon the wooden surface of the table. Money was shoved toward his person, and the boy accepted it with a polite incline of his head before he disappeared into the swarming mass of sweating bodies. Sometimes, he wondered just why he had taken a job as a waiter, but then he was quickly reminded that no other legitimate association would hire an illegitimate child that technically didn't exist according to the government. Finally, his break approached, and he found himself taking a deep breath to sooth his worn body. Instead of disappearing to the back, he made his way outside to catch some fresh air, and to attempt to free himself of the throb the bass created upon the dance floor.

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salvami-amami replied to your post:▲ - from Yongguk

[oh god this is so cute i’m cry

ehehehe

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☂ -- any muse

☂ — My muse encounters yours just as it starts to rain.

Jenissi hated stereotypes, especially those about felines. He did his best to make sure he was not the stereotypical cat or lion, but it was times like this where he fit the bill. While he didn’t hate water, the lion all but loathed the rain. It was unavoidable and usually happened when he didn’t want it to. He had nothing against water — just against getting wet when he didn’t want to.

Raindrops had just started to fall and he had yanked his hood over his head, prepared to break into a sprint, just as he caught sight of a familiar figure. Golden eyes widened and he paused mid-step, only to speed over to the other with an excited call of his name.

"Xero!"

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