#topherromijn

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Location: Chae's Flat With: @topherromijn

Chae was dressed comfortably in his pyjamas, a thick cotton weave top and bottom set with a blanket draped around his shoulders and a can of beer held between his hands. He didn't really drink all too often but considering recent events, a drink was sort of what he needed right now, that and time with a friend. It had been some time now since what had happened in the woods, his kidnapping, the fight, the hospital afterward and his ankle was still healing from the snake's bite. Sometimes at night he woke up still feeling the piercing stab of insanely sharp teeth, he hadn't even felt the bite when it happened, the pain came from the dragging and the tearing that followed. Chae swallowed a large gulp of beer to forget it when the memory threatened to come back up.

"Will the food be here soon?" He asked them, for they had a night in planned and while previously Chae might have wanted to impress his guest by making them a meal of his favorite drinking snacks, lately, his desire to do anything too exerting was limited so they'd placed a food order instead and it was meant to be delivered soon. Hopefully. "Did you go to the Spring Carnival? I meant to go but..." he pressed his thumb against the ridge of the beer can until it left an indented line across the center of his thumb pad as he fell silent. He'd been too scared.

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Location: The Duck Pond Who: @topherromijn​

Chae had been sat on the grass near the pond, idly sketching the landscape in his own silent solitude, perfectly content to continue doing so when he noticed movement from the corner of his eye and realized he was no longer alone here. He wasn’t too overly concerned that this person was the apparent murderer going around the town as it was broad daylight but then again, he was also alone. Part of him almost packed up his belongings and left but what if this person was just a normal person like he was and what if later on he found out that this person was the next killer’s victim and he’d been the last to see them alive and it could have been avoided had he only said something to them. It was with these oddly morbid thoughts circulating through his mind that he called out to them. 

“Excuse me,” he started, nervously raising up his sketchpad, “Would you mind if I draw you? I’m trying to get more practice with real models,” it was just a simple little hobby he had that he enjoyed, drawing helped to clear his mind and give him something to focus on other than the usual strain of business to do with his pub or his affliction. “I promise I’m not the murderer,” he added on very awkwardly, “You’re not... the murderer are you?”

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beatrice edgar ✰✰ topher romijn ✰✰ flower moon

Beatrice wasn't much of one to dwell on the past. And why should she be? There's nothing further that can be done about it. When her mom left - she pushed through. All the difficulties with her sister...as long as it didn't affect her career. Merrin passing away...well, it was perhaps the first time she'd been so close with someone who died. She stands next to Topher in front of the unveiled memorial and the list of names etched within. "What do you think?" Bea crosses her arms while overlooking the memorial. "I guess...I'm not really a fan of flashy memorials in general," In general, Bea thought a big flashy memorial was...sort of...tacky, but she kept that thought to herself. "But it's not exactly about what I want."

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