#shiiyusan

[utsushii]

          "You're the Ko̧r̛èan one, right?

     --- sorry. I don't̵ ͝kno̡w any Korean."

[mokutouta-moved]

shiiyusan enerugii

『you have a lovely voice』. Lui holds out his phone for her to see his message, before giving a sheepish chuckle, without a sound.『i mean, sorry for overhearing. its really unique, though! im sure a lot of people were made jealous with that, w ww』Him included, but never mind.

[kokokaicho]

{❤}— ❝Wow, you really do know how to pull off the whole blonde hair thing, I tried it once, I totally bleached my hair, but it didn't look right, so i ended up cutting it and re-growing it.❞

[appxnd]

⊰ ♪ ⊱ " Uwoooooooooh!! " He was admiring an ice pack ---- he'd gotten it after Serious told him to, from tripping and falling and hurting his knee. (They really did act like separate people and not one person it was spooky!) Cold then finally put it back on his knee, nursing the injury with an inquisitive look. " Uwoooh... Chilly...! " He didn't notice the crowd of people just... Watching him.

[neuroticsynth]

ｆｌａｒｅ//

Boring isn't it? Being by yourself. Absolute solitude is perfection. The birds will entertain him well for an eternity if needed. Lost speech, lost words. Vocabulary does not have to exist anymore in a soundless world of hummingbirds. Nature's strange like that. Aloof yet welcoming, a ghostlike presence all on its own. Then what is it? What makes everything so boring to him? There seems to be some sort of festival going on down the block. For what reason Len isn't sure. In fact he could care less. From a balcony of Crypton's highest tower he folds neatly one of the scores to his music sheets into a crisp paper airplane. Without aim he sends it soaring with the wind...                        ...  that is until it crash lands into someone's style of cotton honey hair.

                          "...oops."       Is that who he thinks it is??