#thread;insoo

[kazxmp]

New house, better vibes

Because of course he's going to be a nuisance while @mpinsoo unpacks!

The poor guy had been going through it recently. It felt like one thing after another had been hittin' his friend sideways and it was annoying as fuck to him that he couldn't do much about it all. What he can do though, is come help his homie decorate and unpack his room to show support or whatever. Also to highkey look through all his shit. The goth is a pack rat as he himself would call it. 'Stuff that isn't mine is stuff I haven't seen before therefore interesting'. Of course it's rude to just openly look through people's drawers and closets so whenever one of his friend's moves and it's literally part of his job at that point to look through it all? Oh he's more than in. So it's a win win. Support the homie, and fulfill his hoarding brain. When he shows up to the new-nice as fuck, damn, he might add-house, he's in more comfy clothes since they will be moving furnuture and such, but that also means he's not wearing his usual accessories. In change from ripped jeans with his layered belts is a pair of light pink over the knee sweatshorts, cream colored leg warmers bunched up under them and over his platforms. Instead of his usual dark sweater, he sports one of Heather's soft beige crewnecks. Of course it's way too damn long so he tucks that shit into the front of his shorts. Even his makeup was natural compared to what he normally does, just a lower line red smudge and a lot of blush; black hair half pulled up into two messy space buns. Maybe the look was to partially create the illusion that Kaz is not about to make this experience way more difficult than it needs to be, but also he's just trying to get comfy in his friend's new house. After all, he will be pulling up to this door a million and one times in the future. Knock knock. "Insoooooooooooooo. Open this nice ass bitch up-" ...On second thought he just tries the door.

[areumxmp]

Only the best for The Best

Starter for @mpinsoo

“No dude trust me I gotchu. Your shit boutta be rockin I need you to trust me, man.” Was the overly large man on the phone? Was he talking to a person walking with him? No. No he wasn’t.  What looked like he was talking to nothing, was his little backpack that sat on his belt loop, in it, Leroy’s head was sticking out. For a turtle he found in the street, the little guy had gotten surprisingly friendly and curious after the hours of floor time with Veggies Areum had spent with him.  Maybe it was ridiculous that he not only decided to keep this random turtle, but he was also spending almost two grand on random shit to put in it’s enclosure. 

Plants, coconut substrate, rocks, hides, little decorative mushrooms and food dishes. He had everything, the ex con looked like he had literally grabbed one of everything for his turtle.  “Only the best for the best right, Leroy?” Pushing his cart, while also holding an armful of stuff, Areum made his way to the counter of Stop and Paws-- well, almost made it. 

One plants led to a piece of wood then suddenly half the shit he had puzzled into his arm was trailing behind him. For a solid 10 seconds Areum just looks up at the ceiling, contemplating his whole life while also thinking about how he’s not gonna drop more or eat shit while trying to pick it all up.  “My guy... You are so lucky I love you.” 

All this.... while some poor shop clerk was watching. With the slowest look over ever. Areum locks eyes with the guy and hangs his head in playful shame. “I promise there’s a turtle in my bag.” He had meant to clear the idea that he wasn’t talking to the air- not this time -but quickly realized the moment the words came from his mouth, that maybe that sounds real weird too.

“My bad oh my fucking god...” 

[kazxmp]

Possible succ*sess?

Jump from 'We're all wingin it' with @mpinsoo

Kaz had found himself wondering how the date had gone, and if Hua was just as floored as he was meant to be. Kaz had maybe gone a few days before finally checking social media only to see some posts from the two. Sure, maybe he had gotten his answer right then how it had went, but Kaz didn't *really* get his answer until he got to see Insoo impossibly red while recounting what happened. That's how he found himself messaging Insoo before showing up at his place to get all the tea.

Over the few days he had also wondered why he cared so much only to realize that just maybe he considered Insoo a friend now; and instead of overthinking it, he chose to just let it happen. Landing him right back in that living room he had done the kid's makeup in, and this time bringing some gifts. Inside his bondage bear backpack, kaz pulled out a few brand new palettes, one of them being one he used on him that night. "Here," Kaz was famous for rolling right past something he did that was nice. He didn't want attention for it neither to be thanked really, he just thought maybe Insoo would like them and now he will infamously change the subject. "Anyways, tell me then. How did it go? Were his pants wet?" Oh how romantic Kaz could be with his word choice.

[kazxmp]

We’re All Winging It

Starter for @mpinsoo

Kaz can’t say he had ever in his life offered to help someone get into makeup, nor had he ever agreed to take some time out of his day for someone on his instagram. But there’s a first for everything and Kaz happened to not be in a shitty mood, so here he was, backpack full of makeup, chains jingling as he walked up to Insoo’s place. Only seeing the guy in pictures he had tried to match the foundation colors he had but knowing photos really did no justice... he had damn near every color he had in his damn bag. Thing probably weighed ten pounds alone.

For once the tattoo artist was on time, he really only had so much time between clients to do this, but at the same time... if he took his time here and made them wait they would wait. 

“Yo. Insoo? I brought my shit.” his tone was flat as is normally was, but really he was kinda excited to do another type of art on someone else even as he spoke through the door accompanied with a singular hard knock. 

Once inside and settled, Kaz’ plethora of makeup took up rows and rows next to their knees as they sit on the floor criss cross facing each other. Insoo had already told him over DM the look he wanted to learn so he only brought his warm tones colors and different shimmers, from liquid eyeshadow to gel liner, it would be impossible for him not to have something here that matched the undertone of Insoo’s skin.  Looking at him up close, Insoo had warm toned skin, but his undertones actually hinted at cooler tones. Using too dull of a pink would turn out more mauve with layers than it would be the light airy pink the other wanted. With delicate fingers he brushes over the ridges of the palettes-not needing to see the insides to know-pulling out three of the ones he thinks will work. It’s even quick work to figure out which foundation he needs. A light cream that didn’t have much coverage but mitigated redness, and as he squeezes it on the back of his hand and dabs the blender into it he smiles, looking down at his hands. 

“Alright kid, let’s get you prime fuckable for your little date. Home boy’s gonna be sweatin when you walk in.” It was no secret Kaz loved sex. Even when he wasn’t involved, he thinks everyone deserves some pipe or whatever they like, so he was honestly even more ready for this spur of the moment makeup session because he heard it was for a date. “And if he don’t look like he just saw the holy fucking trinity when he sees you? Get you a new date.”