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A carousal of twists & turns {Kouyou&Kibum}

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A grin appeared on Key’s lips when he saw the reaction to his kiss, while brief Key noticed. Uruha probably knew that as well, the two might not be able to spend a lot of time together, but they were on each other’s level (even if Key would always see himself as ‘higher’ simply by race and age). “I am sure you were a very cute baby.” Could a baby be a grumpy annoying piece of shit? Probably, most likely, yes. Key decided, babies could be. However he imagined that Kouyou had been a quiet baby, never giving his parents much to do as it learned everything very quickly… Or maybe…

Key eyed the man again, his lilacs holding a certain note of intrigue. Maybe Kouyou had been just a normal child until something happened that changed him. Why did he even become the way he was? For the time they spend together Key knew abhorrently little about the other man. “You do not want to expand your fanbase into the world of magical and mystical? Besides maybe you will attract some idiots but who knows- you might find yourself faceing students with great potential that were enchanted by your music… when did you start music, anyway?” he asked, trying to seem casual “Were you always interested in music or did that come at a later age?”

As they held hands, Kibum squeezed slightly “Of course you aren’t, you are not afraid of anything or anyone.” He smiled, kindness lacing his expression as he side-eyed the warlock. Letting go of the hand he had so comfortably held as they got into the ride. The comment about death made the edge of Key’s lips twitch for a moment as something much darker flashed through his eyes. The mention of mortality never a good thing with Kibum who despised the mortal world with every fiber. Purely from an egoistical need to keep those he cared for around as long as he was. However he would not spoil the outing with such thoughts. “I can not make promises about that, I have some connections in purgatory so I will surely come and visit you when I go there on my game nights.”

Little comments like such were usually enough to earn smiles and laughter from any normal-blooded human being. Not Kouyou. Rather, in his case the elf got a scowl-snort combination that amazingly never seemed to leave his face despite the situation they were climbing into at current. “All babies look like bald lumps of misshapen flesh. I’d go as far as saying they all look like misshapen ballsacks with a 3rd attached.” As an afterthought, the warlock wondered exactly how much experience with ball-sack-like children the elf had in his lifetime, since he claimed they could be any variation of the word ‘cute’.

They were getting adjusted, though the amount of time seemed to be quite long since the ride operator was insisting on helping each and every ride-goer to their seat. Kouyou had waved away the help when it came his way with a glare of daggers so powerful, the operator had backed up almost immediately. “Absolutely not. I have no desire to delve into the magical showbiz spotlight. Managing more than one spotlight in my current situation would be far too time consuming. Moreover, I don't want to face students who are enchanted by my music, ugh, the amount of action I would have to take in such an event.” The warlock shook his head with a frown, “It would be terribly annoying.”

There were people rushing past them on the arms of the operator, squeals and giddy conversation filling up the air all around. In front of their little cart, a couple exchanged copious amount of tongue. “I was well into the road of adulthood when I took up music. Seems funny when I think of how talented I turned out to be with it.” Suddenly there was a blast of cheers from around them as clinking noises began to fill the air and Kouyou immediately spotted little gears shifting about in their cart, signaling the ride’s start-up. “It’s sweet you think I would be allowed into the calm chaos of purgatory.” Kouyou laughed then, his face a dark picture of rare excitement. The chains on the railing began to lift their cart up a small incline, clinking audibly in synchronization with other mechanisms in the ride while the air filled with cheers that the ride was at last moving.

As the ride inched them upward at a pace the timing of snails mating, Kouyou impatiently rubbed the surface of the safety bar across his and Kibum’s lap. “Would it be inappropriate to simply speed us along?” Kouyou asked in a moderately-toned shout so that he could be heard above the already-screeching teens that surrounded them.

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The imaginary friend was lightly stressed out by the pressure of his very first class at the academy. Somehow he lost a few notes and papers that were left from the person who was in charge of the class before him and those were important for him. While he was trying to sort those paper and the students were chatting with one other as the class was about to end, a cold voice was raised and immediately turned the whole studio silent. The tall man shifted his gaze from the papers in his hand to the man with a stern look on his face. Irritatedly Tom turned around only to notice the pointy little things on his chair. It could have been a fatal first day for him. He quickly dismissed the class and walked towards the man, “Thank you” He didn’t want to make a big deal out of it. “My name is Tom by the way. I would like to know the name of the man who saved my buttock”, said he with a smile on his lips.

Students scurried past like little cockroaches whose nesting nook had been discovered during the daylight hours, each one avoiding eye contact with the potions professor and trying their best to avoid accidentally bumping into his physical self. It seemed as though the class had collectively held their breath the second they realized he was there, and were releasing once out of the room as though he fed on liveliness.

It was amusing to witness such paranoia that he inflicted, but the emotion did not reach the cold stern expression on his face. Kouyou did sigh quietly, instantly wondering if it were in his best interest to have helped someone out. Now the new teacher would assume there was a possibility of friendship to be made. In a voice that was quiet yet coated with authority, Kouyou replied. “Just be more wary of your surroundings. The hooligans tend to get more rowdy as the holiday season approaches.” His words were distinctly Korean, but the accent was strongly Japanese.

The smile was not returned, though the warlock amiably offered a small bow of his head in return. “Kouyou. I am unfortunate enough to teach magic and potions.” Wickedly bright eyes glanced ‘round the room once, settling on the new instructor again. “I was unaware we had a new addition to the staff. You teach what subject?”

“Woah, woah, WOAH —” the genie had little time to transform when something was coming at his direction. With a puff of smoke his form disappeared, nothing but a feather swaying in the air left on the spot he stood in just a second ago. The little white feather kept swaying left and right, slowly closer to ground, until danger was gone for sure. The genie shifted back mid air, plopping onto the floor with a nasty thump. He tried to keep in the deep groan that tried to sneak out when the pain hit, only half succeeding, wincing in the process. If he thought it didn’t hurt, it wouldn’t hurt, right? no. “Okay, that hurt.”

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There were things that were not often seen, even at an academy full of bizarre other-worldly creatures that the humans dreamed were only imaginative. The sight that the warlock bared witness to was among one of those things not often seen. Like a magic spell he might have bothered casting on a dull day, there was a boy who transformed in succession. Not gracefully, as he landed well on the ground. “Underestimating where you stand before returning forms is a skill learned after much failure.”

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A carousal of twists & turns {Kouyou&Kibum}

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Oh yes, Kouyou was another level of petty. He was the emperor of being a pain in the ass, sure he was a handsome and intriguing pain, but a pain nonetheless. Kibum snorted at the other man as he grumbled on and rolled his lilac eyes with an amused grin “Were you such a pleasure when you were younger as well?” He asked as they went on their way and sneaked in a peck to Uruha’s cheek, feeling particularly playful as they neared the carnival grounds and the elf became a little giddy. He loved the carnival even if it was just because it reminded him of a simpler time, when he was way, way younger. “I object to that statement, it does enhance your life. Simply because you are spending time with me.”

Kouyou remained a ball of grump until they actually reached the grounds but Kibum did not seem affected by the mood of his dear friend. “It is a carnival not a musical concert, Kouyou dearest.” He commented “It sets the tone for more relaxed and simple entertainment.” He smiled “Maybe if this annoys you so, you should do a concert at the academy grounds some time. I am sure that your fellow band members can be enchanted to forget they are on magical grounds if they aren’t aware of your other life already.”

Rides first? Key couldn’t help but look smug when he spotted Kouyou’s interest in the ride. “Rides first it is, come on then.” He said as he grasped Kouyou’s hand and tugged him along. “Now, don’t be a grump and try to enjoy, okay?” He mumbled. “It will be over sooner too.” he teased as he squeezed the other’s hand before letting go as they stood in the, pretty short, line.

Walking briskly in effort to make the ordeal pass quicker, whilst keeping an eye on key points for navigation’s sake, the two made their way deeper into the dense forest that rested on academy domain. For better or worse, Kouyou wasn’t entirely sure yet, the blasted carnival was scooched a distance from the academy itself. “Somehow I find it difficult to imagine. My parents certainly never approved of me once I developed a rational mind and the innate ability to hold my bladder.” Kouyou sharply inhaled - the sudden peck had uncharacteristically caught the warlock by surprise, not that it showed for more than a few seconds. He chose to focus on the elf’s growing giddiness, noting that carnivals must have been a true enjoyment for him. “Ah ha, I feel my quality of life improving already.” Kouyou remarked sarcastically.

This ball of grump was admittedly curious to his surroundings, if not still a little irked by the horrendous carnival catastrophe it called “music”. There were students running amok every which way his eyes dared to look, some that he particularly wished would fall off a ride or be trampled beneath a roving carnival clown. “For simpletons, perhaps.” Kouyou murmured. “Dear Kibum, why would I ever volunteer for a venture like that? Open up the door for the academy’s little brats to end up with stars in their eyes and admiration in their motivation to approach their Potions and Magic teacher? Certainly not.”

The rattling commotion that was coming from a particular ride’s rather precocious operation made for some thoughts regarding the ride’s safety. Did the supernatural world worry about safety maintenance the way human carnivals did? He wouldn't know since he lacked a carnival-going experience. “Don’t think for a second I don’t see that smug look on your face, Kibum. I tell you right now, I am not afraid of heights.” Without much choice, Kouyou allowed his hand to be tugged, interlacing his fingers with the elf’s in response as they approached the bony-ride. The line went quickly, with disembarkers looking a little green in the face but otherwise giving shouts of approval.

“If I die, you must not contact me in the underworld, for surely I will brood at you to leave me in peace.” Kouyou said humorously, sliding into a seat after the elf and pulling down the safety bar over their stomachs before the bored-looking ride operator could do the deed himself.

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A carousal of twists & turns {Kouyou&Kibum}

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Key made a face at the suggestion of rain, what was he? A native American Magic man that would dance to make it rain? It was not that he did not believe that the man could make it rain it just seemed entirely unneeded to do so. “Now, don’t be petty.” He murmured as he eyed the warlock. Knowing it was only teasing but still… Uruha should be happy Kibum came all this way to take him out for a date. Stupid human.

“No carnival ride ever? See you have to accompany me now. You have to experience these things at least once my dearest warlock. Experience is important and even if you want to continue to tell me that there is nothing on those grounds that might entertain you, you will not know for sure until you tried.” Yet Key had already won this battle the moment Kouyou gave in and smiled as he handed the other his coat and within minutes the two were on their way to the carnival grounds.

Music that could only belong to a carnival greeted them before they were properly on the grounds, making the snow elf grin. “See, it is already fun. Do you want something to eat before I take you onto one of the rides or not?”

It was a vexatious personality trait, the elf’s ability to be so persistent. It was a damnable trait given the misfortune of the warlock to most usually be placed on the receiving end of its effects. “I am beyond simple pettiness, you know this by now. At least it is something you should know by now.” Kouyou murmured back, knowing full well that he would be throwing side-eye were he to slide his gaze to the elf who was likely to have been staring him down.

“I don’t see why I have to. It’s not as though those crusty rides have any ability to enhance my life or career. Goodness, you are on the push today. You must really enjoy these sorts of things.” Kouyou might have agreed to go out and join the “fun”, but it didn’t mean he would not complain and grumble and poke skepticism every step along the way until he was actually begrudgingly enjoying himself. With a flourish of his hand that sent a breeze through the room the warlock had ensured the security of his precious new brews that were to be finished now when he returned from the frolic fest of fools. “Let’s get this over with.” With his potions properly stored, he accepted his coat from his coworker and threw it on with practiced movements that came from years of a modeling lifestyle in Japan.

The music was garish and ugly. Typical carnival music he’d heard as a child but never gotten close enough to for investigation. It made the warlock’s nose scrunch up in distaste. “You would think they have a better budget for music production. It isn’t that difficult to build a melody and loop it instead of this two-step trash.” Kouyou could already see the rides emerging from the trees and a few carts that sold various unhealthy foods. “Isn’t it a general rule to eat after the rides? I don’t think I would enjoy anyone seeing my face puking as we freewheel off of that monstrosity.” Kouyou said, pointing out a devilishly high ride with a few loops that was making a current cycle of riders scream in unison.

Despite his stance on being there, the warlock was now interestedly glancing from ride to ride, albeit grudgingly. “Rides first, food later.”

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“That’s very true,” Aoi sighed. Of course the teacher was right, it really would be for nothing. At least now his irritation got him money, a comfortable and relatively secure place to sleep, and access to all the research materials he had ever wanted or needed at this point. He supposed it was a fair trade, and it made the irritation a little bit more worth it as well…

Most of the time, anyways.

“Non-lethal poisoning sounds satisfactory, a nice balance,” he said with an easy grin, taking the phone that was offered to him and quickly typing in his information. “And by phone is the easiest way to get in contact with me, yes. Please feel free to get in touch any time, being around someone who understands my frustrations is quite refreshing, I have to say.” He handed the phone back after using the teacher’s phone to send a message to his own, getting his contact information in return. “I’m Aoi, by the way. I believe I’d yet to introduce myself.”

“If ever you have a need to discipline an unruly student, you can also contact me. Having magical ability at my disposal, punishments can become... creative.” The warlock fought to let too much of a sinisterly bright smirk spread devilishly across his lips while his memory produced an image of students turned into bugs and kept neatly in glass jars on his desk for a few hours. The smirk gave way to a glint of disappointment at the thought of having had to return them to the world as they were before their punishment.

Kouyou reached out to take hold of his phone, glancing down at the sent message that displayed now on his phone’s text history under the name ‘Aoi’. “I couldn’t agree more. Majority here would rather treat students with compassionate actions even when they are disruptive little brats. They don’t understand that they only encourage the misbehavior instead of correct it.” The warlock pressed the button located on the upper right-hand side of the phone to click it into locked mode and slipped it easily into the pocket of his leather jacket. “A rare pleasure to make the acquaintance of a fellow staff member. I’m Kouyou.” As he spoke, the warlock took a second to really look at his comrade. Aoi. “Your name, are you by chance Japanese?”

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A low hum leaves him as Fei Long ponders the man’s words. He supposes, in places like this, where races, species, characters and occupations of all sorts clash, plenty could happen. But though he has been tempted to seize a human’s shoulder with the steel grip of his pale hand and satisfy his appetites once too often, Fei Long imagines keeping his reputation impeccable is nevertheless a priority he has to maintain. “I suppose I should be instructed on the general do’s and don’ts of this place,” he adds as an afterthought, the dark gaze pensively resting on his new acquaintance. “And the absolute limits.”

He watches yet another portrayal of power with uninhibited interest, his expression openly approving, curious to know what the man has in store for a reject such as that. “I would love that.” He lets his lashes drop in another polite incline of head as he gathers the folds of his clothes. “Unless you are the only wizard around, I’ll be needing your name.” Fei Long smiles wide, for the first time, a smile far too toothy and perverse to be pleasant. “And perhaps a little promise you won’t begin what ever you have in mind about the thief without me to see.”

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It was a wonder even to the warlock himself that he had extended an invite into his domain. Perhaps it was the stranger, and the thought that they might both enjoy causing a little pain to someone who very well deserved it. Kouyou had never been a very understood man when it came to such morally deplorable hobbies. Society was such a drag, in that way. If a man is caught being a little thief, wasn’t chopping off a hand sufficient a punishment? An eye for an eye, no? “In the village? I wouldn’t say there is much in the ways of limits. At least I have never seen an authority figure take wrongdoing into their own hands.”

“Kouyou. Takeshima. You would not have a hard time of finding me. In the area, there is only one experienced warlock. Me. The rest are children who work simple white magic.” The toothy smile is returned with only so much of a smirk in return. “Hm, I suppose that can be arranged. If you notify me of your arrival beforehand, I can see to it that the poison that keeps him docile will be worn off. It will make things much more interesting for you, I imagine.”

With a snap, his baggage was spelled to follow him around automatically so that he would not need to move it himself. The warlock turned, bowing his head slightly as he did. “Enjoy the rest of your move. And be careful about the sprites around here. They do love demolishing well-kept gardens.” With a dismissive wave, the warlock began his walk back in the direction of the Academy grounds, the heavy aura of darkness following him like a threatening storm.

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Well, Ra would think that the teacher would get along great with his evil best friend Yifan who was an evil son of a bitch (although not really because he was grown in a tube and did not have a mom, or a dad. Was that why Yifan was such an asshole). “I am glad you do not place yourself on a pedestal then, professor.” He sighed “I do not need a human class, I know how humans work and think, I took one of their bodies, and then some before but I do not want to think like them.” He was slowly forgetting what they had been talking about- not enough sleep and too much migraine. Damn it.

The news that there were teachers that were willing to indulge in Ra’s slight teacher fetish was something nice though and he eyed the man with interest. Silver orbs lingering on McGoth. “Maybe it’s the really ugly ones then, I haven’t approached those, figures that they would be the one sucking the kids off.” He huffed, life was just unfair when you were good looking.

“…someone thought it was a good idea to summon demons?” Ra said, only repeating what Kouyou had said before. Not because he had not heard him but because what the man was saying was ridiculous and “…God people really are fucking morons here.”

Quirky and dumb. These are the two words which the warlock immediately came to associate with this particular face. In attempts to perhaps sound much more lean and mean than an average nincompoop that ran around campus here, the boy had done little to gain leverage on the warlock’s scale of student idiocy. It was, however, slightly of interest to hear about bodies being taken. Kouyou was far too invested in morally uncouth practices outside the realm of student-teacher relations to ignore it. “Was death involved in such a body-snatching practice? Dead bodies have a certain... itch when taking control of that makes them uncomfortable to remain in.”

“I would give you a list of names, but it would take me far too long to list practically every teacher in the academy. I don’t doubt you’ll figure it out for yourself. You seem annoyingly willing to seek out what you want as far as sexual deviance goes.” Kouyou snorted slightly, his posture and tone beginning to take on a tone of departure. This conversation had gone on longer than necessary, and there were potions to brew in his room.

“Someone thought it was a brilliant idea.” Kouyou corrected dryly. “Now you see the basis of my rather broad view that students are terribly dimwitted.” With a huff and a dismissive wave of his hand, the warlock turned on his heel to begin a fast-paced stride away from the student in the direction of the teacher’s dormitory. “Do try harder to not drown yourself in the lake. Nobody will dry you off next time.”

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When the other looking majorly inconvenienced as if he were a student asking incessant questions, Charlie merely hesitated to approach before he heard the words drip from the Warlock’s mouth like honey, but his focus remained on the pen that effortlessly danced between his fingers, an absent smile on his features as he caught himself staring at a pen and not the person he had been talking to.

“I try my best to study up on all music, for it is ever changing and if I’m to teach I need to learn all the while.” He muttered, now glancing up from the pen and to the other’s gaze, he gave a bright smile at the mention to the music rooms and nodded cheerfully.

“There’s so much to offer in those rooms, I find I could sit in there all day when I’m not running a class just to write and play.” He said softly, still with a bit of a chime to his tone. “I’m lesser of skill with a guitar than I am with a piano.”

It was not a fascinating subject to be discussing. Rather very mundane, and yet it was engaging to speak to someone of music. Kouyou rarely found the topic tethered between himself and another individual, and perhaps that is what made the old grump not entirely walk out of the room to seek solitude once more. The pen stopped spinning in between his fingers and instead came to rest barrel-end on the notebook that still lay open to a written-on page.

“A noble outlook. It’s rare, isn’t it? Most people assume they’ve mastered a subject and declare themselves no longer in need of being the one learning.” Without knowing it, the smily man who had interrupted his peace and quiet had earned himself a favorable point. Hard to do with the warlock.

“Really?” Kouyou asked with a slightly raised eyebrow, “I suppose I shouldn’t be terribly surprised. The academy is not as ill-supplied as many schools that human children attend. You know, the ones that only have a tiny music room with numbered and basic versions of instruments.” It seemed that the warlock was not going to get his ideas down on paper just that second, so with a flourish and a snap of the book so that it would be closed, both disappeared with a hiss into thin air.

“I never took an interest in learning to play another instrument. Piano is too refined a sound for my taste, though I enjoy hearing it played by others. I imagine you are adept at piano, then?”

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It’s a strange emotion to feel repulsed by the gratefulness the warlock’s deed has awoken, but Fei Long knows nothing if he doesn’t know honour. He slips his hands into the sleeves of his hanfu, matte black this time, and stands his ground. If this was an individual with less power, less pride and confidence, he would take his words as they came, dismissing his own offer with a reasoning that he, after all, didn’t ask for help. That he would, sooner or later, have found the culprit, himself. “Perhaps that’s so. And perhaps there will come a time I will be able to return the favour, one way or another.” It meant accepting of the welcome gift, that he wouldn’t go out of his way to repay him but should a need arise, he would certainly be there.

Fei Long follows the man’s gaze, briefly noting that he wasn’t offered a name, in return. He turns back, an almost boyish, mischievous grin curving the corners of his mouth up. The whites of his eyes roll in a momentary regret. “If this wasn’t the Academy grounds I can assure you he would not be walking away right now.” The second time he looks after the unfortunate creature his face shows a longing, and then, that’s that. Curtly he looks to the warlock again. “Excellent performance. I do assume you live nearby?” But his tone is already dismissive and he is taking a step back.

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A questioning eyebrow raised above the brow bone, but the warlock only said “Perhaps.” It was clear that the newcomer was one who still had some form of time-bent dignity. A rarity in the world as it existed today. The message hidden behind the words was plain and simple. Kouyou, should the need ever arise, had made of the man a “one-time-ally” voucher. Never a bad card to keep tucked away, so he accepted it without terrible pomp.

“Honestly, I don’t think there is a soul who would bother to question your motives. Much violence can happen around these parts with or without the righteous punishment you could have doled out to this beginning thief. But since you seem to have little use for him...” Without so much as a second glance around him, the warlock lifted his palms so that they faced upward at waist-level, a movement that encircled the thief in a shimmery cloud of dark mist before rendering him invisible and silent to all but the warlock. “I may as well bring him along. I could use some of the elf blood.”

Kouyou looked back at the newcomer as he took a step back, his eyes betraying very little except mild calm. “In the academy. I teach, unfortunately. If you would like an update on your little pest here, you won’t have trouble finding me in the Wizard’s Tower.”

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A carousal of twists & turns {Kouyou&Kibum}

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This was not a time for work but one for pleasure and relaxation, or so Key had decided a few minutes ago. He did not take no for an answer and Kouyou should know that by now+ he and the elf went way back to the first time the warlock had come to the academy. Back then the elf had been just as stubborn as now. Someone had to take the man from his social isolation after all (by force if needed).

“Well, at least less heat. That should be a good thing, would it not dear?” He said, his voice carrying an undertone of amusement as his lilac orbs rested on the man. They flickered over to the three vials and then eyed the warlock again. “Do not tell me that those three vials hold you here when I am out there for you to enjoy? Our students are usually too scared of either of us to approach; you have made sure of that and I have quite the reputation for being cold and harsh in the classroom as well. Come now Uruha, it is nice out.”

The elf stepped forward and touched the other’s hair lightly, tucking a lock of hair behind the ear of the man. “It will be fun and I am paying? Have you ever sat on a merry go round made out of dragon bones?”

“It can be a plus, I suppose. It still has very little sway on my wanting to go or not.” Truth be told, the thought did make the trip sound slightly more bearable, but the warlock would never admit to that so easily. It would only fuel the elf’s argument in favor of romping through the grounds to that blasted carnival. Kouyou didn’t miss the glance his coworker passed upon his poisonous pastime and shrugged stiffly. “Not necessarily.”

“If I pulled out some weather magic to make it rain, would it put a stop to your plans?” It was not impossible a feat, but it was undesirable. Too much damage would Kouyou have to suffer for casting something so major. It was enticing to consider however. Tampering with the natural order of things was a dark magic, intrusive and frankly very dangerous. Kouyou trusted that the elf knew he was not that opposed to silly carnivals and was only being difficult.

A shallow exhale sent out between two perfectly plumped lips indicated a slight crack in the warlock’s resistance. The lightest feeling of fingertips brushing through his hair and adjusting a strand earned a slight scowl from the magical fiend but his eyes met lilac ones with ever so slightly a fraction more warmth than bleak aloofness. “I have not. Nor have I ever rode a carnival ride of any sort before.” The elf was persistent, this was known by one too many experiences. If Kibum wanted to drag out the warlock, undoubtedly Kouyou would eventually give in. “I’m holding you to your word. You pay for everything.”

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