@sassofindie | Key Starter Call
“It must be hard with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line.”

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@sassofindie | Key Starter Call
“It must be hard with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line.”
Scars {Closed}
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It was a pain in his ass always having to wear these big bracelets during concerts. Sure, they looked cool, but they were itchy as hell when you were moving around, playing guitar and singing. He couldn’t get them off fast enough as he got backstage, hoping he was doing a good enough job hiding his scars as he tried making his way to get his stuff, dropping the bracelets on the desk only to see his stuff missing.
“Hey, did you see anyone touch my stuff?” He asked, his voice small as he looked down, pointing to where it should have been sitting.
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“Where are you going? Come back, I’m not finished with you yet.”
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“Listen, if you didn’t want to get your foot stuck in a trap, maybe you shouldn’t be lurking about other people’s houses,” Jens said, his voice disdainful. “What do you want here?" He wasn’t about to let the other go before he knew for sure.
Though he had never actually hurt anyone with anything but claws, the person in his trap didn’t know that, as he held out a knife. Maybe it seemed extreme, but this was his only safe haven. He wanted no one to ruin that.
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A photograph or a sketch. Once, ever the purist, Leo would have always said a sketch. It had lived and breathed more in a time when all Leo remembered was death. Photographs were static memories, a reminder that whatever was stuck in the ink was never coming back. With pencil and paper, Leo could create, not just capture.
And whilst that was still true, much had changed since that time. The young student who still had yet to meet Taejin had faded with the events of the past few years. He had lost more but gained in the same respects. The camera in his hands was no longer a way of preserving what he’d lost; it was snapshots of life. Proof that he lived, that those around him lived. He raised the camera so that the lens took in the fine details of the leaves above him. A cup of coffee was perched on the arm of the wooden bench he sat on. A lunch break only lasted so long but the weather begged him to stay longer. Leo acquiesced.
Seeing the world through a camera was different. He noticed fine details, but not the people before him. He took the shot intending to capture the blossoms falling into the small pond just below. Instead, he captured a ghost.
Those features... he’d admired them once before. Leo lowered the camera, his face a picture of stoicism. His young self had drawn him. He knew the shape of his face, the curve of his neck. But he had not changed at all. Not one difference. “Huijun,” he said aloud to himself, as though checking the name was right. Perhaps he should walk away now before the other noticed and haunted him.
Cuddle Deprivation {Closed}
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“Mina, Jimin won’t cuddle with me! We just got done practicing, and he told me to go away because he’s tired. I need cuddles or I’ll die!”
Tae walks into the room, pouting as he walks over to see what she’s doing, leaning on the table to watch with curious eyes before looking at her with a smile on his face.
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Out of all of Circuit’s patients, Ellie had to be the weirdest. To him it was very exciting to treat other creatures. He was human himself, and every time one of the non-humans in the gang were injured, he always had a spout of excitement- And then guilt, for that happy feeling.
So he had no reservations, there was no problem in getting hold of the blood after all. But, of course, Circuit was still Circuit, and he didn’t know how to potentially start any kind of conversation, so the last three times she had come to his office, it had been a relatively silent affair. This was the fourth time, and he waited for her, tapping his fingerrs on his desk. She was a little bit late.
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“You’re telling me he threw a dangerous, heavy pillow at your head, for no reason?” It was hard not to laugh, but he tried his best to stay serious.