#shadowxleehayi

[nixus-nitor]

Hayi bounced toward the stranger and smiled widely. "Annyeong haseyo!"

He smiled as he saw the small girl making her way towards him. "Hello there." He bowed. "I'm Kikwang, what would your name be?"

[psychan]

This is a thing; tracker

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[chocori]

shadowxleehayi replied to your post:-jumps on your back and clings to you- I see a panda~

-clings to your neck and giggles- Annyeong! How’s my favorite panda doing?

[laughs and bounce you a little on his back] I am a bit tired today. besides that I am great dear! and you?

[chocori]

-jumps on your back and clings to you- I see a panda~

[chuckles and carries you around] BABY HIIIIIIIIIIII!!!

[psychan]

Two can keep a secret if one is dead / Luhan & Hayi

→  Luhan sighed as he parked his dirty broken looking truck along the side of a rather run down and sad looking building. It's obvious by the sinking in the structure that is has long since been abandoned and only the most brave would even think of venturing into the decaying wood and crumbling stone. The answer was no one of course, it looked too threatening structurally. But Luhan would be the exception. "I'd like to tell you something, dear." He sighed, hands resting on the steering wheel as he idly stared out the windshield at the empty pavement. No one was around of course, not in this area of broken and forgotten places that business once flourished with care and hopefulness of a better future. It's funny how the warehouse he so gladly calls his place of work once was the start to many who wished to hold a place in the shipping business and now it is the exact opposite, a place where many have met their end, all at the delicate fingers of Luhan himself. "It's a poem!" He declared loudly, finally giving action and snapping his seat belt off, gathering his back of new tools from the passenger seat. "Are you ready?" 

The air was chilly, and he pulled tight on his gloves, leather of course as his words puffed out into the night air in little billows of white. "There's a kind of sickness going around." He started, car keys jingling in the silent space. "That makes a man act cruel." He pushed down the back of the truck and leaned in to yanked the roll of cloth out. "He lives in a sordid little world. Creating his own rules." With quiet grunt he hoisted the roll of material over his shoulder, and a pair of frames fell from inside, they crunched beneath his shoe, sharp and hard in the night air. It startled him of course, but not as much as the sound of foot steps exiting the warehouse, his warehouse did. "Who's there." He growled and was already struggling to grab his knife from the truck bed with the blankets and body on his shoulder. 

[vitadolcexjiyong]

cute, funny and mean u_u

Aigoo, you like those spams!!

WHAT

EVER

HONEY

/zsnaps/