#yx(ask)

[memoriaxing]

[text] ☻ [text] Is that racist? [text] ☻☻☺☻☻ [text] The white one is going to get gangbanged. [text] Okay maybe that's racist.

{`he stares down at his phone, eyebrows pulled together in confusion, before sighing and shaking his head.}

[text] Sometimes I’m glad I can’t remember the people I make friends with.

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☄ Don't say my face.

Why not?  You have a great face, though.  {`he grins, pretending to have to think about it for a while.}  You’re a really nice person.  Especially to me.  Ah, and I really like your nickname for me!  {`he chews his lip for a moment before nodding.}  And I’m excited for you to teach me how to paint.

[memoriaxing]

☄

Do I know you?

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☄

{`he bites the inside of his cheek, finger tapping against his chin thoughtfully.}  You seem very nice.  We’ve just met, but I think I’m a pretty good judge of character.  {`he nods once, smiling.}

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Yixing! Come to Han. (/pouts slightly, slightly bothered by the fact they haven't talked in a few days)

{`he squints at the other, trying to remember if he was in his book—which, in fact, he was, and he immediately smiles, walking towards the other.} Han. Luhan — right? 

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(/chuckles and leaves you a box of pizza) Enjoy it.

{`hordes the pizza.}

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I don't bother, I won't judge. (/reaches and pats your cheek) I'll be your memory for you ~ 

{`he smiles at the gesture and the statement, his head nodding a few times idly.}  That's sweet of you.  It really is.  But there's a lot up here-- {`he presses his finger to his temple.} --to remember. 

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I think it has a lot to do with who I am and I guess I'm in need of friends. (/grins, placing a hand on her temple and rubbing it softly) You have many friends, hm?

{`he simply shrugs, chuckling.} I have a few close ones — the others, I’m hoping to be friends with?  {`he shifts around a little, shrugging his shoulders again.}  It’s hard to be friends with someone who can forget so easily, though.