Perhaps it was the confession on the couch that made his eyes glint with the same golden brown spark they had originally held. now his hands came together, cerulean veins the mimic the liquid clashes against the rocky shore, annihilating the viridescent monstrosity that had previously lurked in his shadow, as matching glimpses would look down in scorn at the articles of ( @wyyohan ) and serah together. scornful brows that would huff out a breath of exhausted emotions, he has never felt this animated in his life before! and he lets but a tug of a smile pull on his corners, a hand reaching out to offer a shake. ❝ i’m haneul. it’s nice to meet you, yohan. i’ve heard a lot about you. ❞ he nods, crescents forming on his features as he spoke. indeed, he has heard a lot about the other. but he has seen less and less of the other as the passing minutes came by, he couldn’t bear to watch the dramas that filled his reverie with the same monstrosity that clawed at him, no. it was sinful!
maybe this was an attempt to get to know the people serah was closest too better. maybe this was his attempt of assimilating with society after having hid himself from it after hours of practice on court. dinner was nice, it was more so coincidental that the two would have bumped into each other here. a few of his team mates sitting in the corner of the restaurant tilting their heads at his awkward encounter, only to receive a nervous rub at his nape, as his gaze returns to the male before him, ❝ do you eat here often? ❞
