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[bxek-blog]

['Sneaks up on you and pokes you in the butt] Boo.

[`Turns around with a small yelp from the poke and pokes your side back in retaliation.] Hey! You tall poop! 

[igniso]

{ - @vxcprk

Christo kneels next to a crate on the floor, his sneakers squeak in protest but he ignores the soft sound. Dragging the crate a little closer to himself, he starts to flip through the packaged 45 Lps inside of it. Organizing them first by genre then by title. 

Days at the record store were usually fairly slow. Christo throws a hopefully look toward the digital clock that hung over his head on the wall. 5:40. He still had 20 minutes until closing, and with it  being this close to closing time, it was pretty much a guarantee that no one would come in. The chimes connected to the front door ring out, clanging together to announce the arrival of a customer. Of course, Christo sighs, eyes falling shut in a silent sign of annoyance. It never fails. 

He reopens his eyes at the sound of footsteps approaching him from behind, “I’ll be with you in a moment.” He says, shoving the crate back under the display of new turntables before standing. Brushing his dusty hands on his jeans, he turns, and freezes when he catches sight of a gun pointing directly at his chest.

This... wasn’t how he expected his day to go at all. Kade had warned him that there was some new vampire slayer, but his brother failed to mention that said slayer was his exact replica. Fucking Kade, Christo thinks while staring at his mirror image. Ok so there are a few minor differences, like for instance, the hair and Christo tilts his head to the side to get a better look at the sleeve of tattoos decorating the other arm. The one that’s not pointing a potentially lethal weapon at him. It’s not a style he personally cares for but it tells him two things: One: This guy has a high pain tolerance. Two: If he ever did get that koi fish tattoo that he wanted as a child it would look damn good on him.

“Hey, buddy.” Christo says, hands slowly raising up as a sign of surrender, eyes staring hard at the barrel of the gun. “I’m as excited about the release of Pillowtalk as the next guy but this is a little extreme. The – the album isn’t even out yet.”  

[96park-blog]

@vxcprk in reply to (x)

(`Kyungah felt embarrassed that a stranger replied back to her. She didn’t think she was so loud when she exclaimed about how it was snowing. It was because she was so excited but still, she thought maybe she should have been a bit more quieter. Glancing at the male who did reply to her, Kyungah nodded some, and bit onto her lower lip in nervousness.) Mm, yeah it’s beautiful.

[bxek-blog]

"I"m baking a cake for us!"

Cute Starters

Once those words escape his best friend’s mouth he immediately perks up; brows raised at the idea of Victor baking a cake for the both of them. He can already imagine it now: the kitchen covered in flour and Victor just staring down at his creation in a condescending manner; but, his best friend does have ways of surprising him, so he’s a lot more excited about this than he would have thought he’d been. And it all just seems to bring a smile to his tiers, his petal lips tugging into a warm smile at the idea; welcoming it wholeheartedly.

“Really? You know, I’m honestly looking forward to this. Mostly because I’m the one who’s usually baking but I really do want to see how your baking skills have improved! I hope that it’s chocolate… But surprise me! Just don’t… you know… blow up the kitchen.”

[dhjonesxblv]

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< @vxcprk >

Somehow he had stumbled before the 302 Studio. More than once in the past month, if he had to be frank. But Damian never managed to walk past the doors or to call the tattoo artist, even though he had his phone (scribbled on a paper somewhere in his lab). “Aish, seriously...” the black haired hacker muttered under his breath in English, with his hand covering the binary tattoo on his neck.

What he had there was done years ago. It was one of the things he didn’t think through and did when he was drunk, still in his university student years. Now he regretted it on some days, mainly for the fact that it was done in an extremely visible place, and because it was written something exposing him for who he really was. The hacker Phenix. The good side of it was that the nickname was written in binary code, so not everyone could read it. But Damian still felt, on those rare days he regretted it, that he could have avoided making it like that, inking his skin there.

‘Maybe not’ the male thought after another deep sigh and turned to walk away, but just as he did that he ended up colliding into someone else. “I am so sorry!” he quickly apologized, making sure the other was fine on it’s own. “You’re okay, right? Gosh, I am so sorry, I was spaced out.”

[bxek-blog]

Wanna go on an adventure? But uh, not to McDonalds because I want a veggie burger and they have none of those there. Wanna go on an adventure though?

[`Baekhyun’s eyes crinkle up as he laughs softly upon hearing the other’s words, and soon after he gives a solid nod of his head to indicate that he would definitely go on such an adventure.] That sounds good to me! How about we look for a place to buy smoothies together? I really want something sweet… What do you say?