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@wingedsandal
“Welcome to my little shop, how may I help– Wow, you look terrible, sir, you are all drenched! What did you do? …How mad is she?!”
. Himi .
. Gift shop owner in Hongdae, Seoul . . Mostly human .
. {Messenger} . . {Descendant of Hermes} .
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((its been a gazillion years since ive felt like being here but here i am. i would love to try again so please bear with me while i try to ressurect this muse.
"Ah. No. Don’t apologize, please. I’m grateful you told me about it. Some people are too shy or indifferent to do it and i am here walking with the leave in my hair." She chuckled with the hint of blush on her cheeks as she once again thought about having that leave there through all the day. She sighs but gets taken back to reality with the older woman’s question. "Yes, i am an artist. It’s my hobby and these days i was experimenting with the flowers and leaves, using them as the part of the composition and in the creative chaos one sneaked into my hair probably." She took a chance to explain more about how did it happen. "I’m not a professional artist but i do love it. Do yo like art?" Soo asked rather bluntly, not thinking that maybe the other was in a hurry or had other plans rather than talking to a messy stranger woman.
Himi nodded in reply, lips settling into a soft smile as she listened on to the younger woman's passionate words about her hobby and the current material of choice. Art had always been appealing to her even though she had never the chance nor the time to spend dabbling in it. Instead, it had kind of taken a backseat in her mind, something to be appreciated if and when opportunities arise but no more than a mere interest. Still she fancied herself a little artistic for her own gift arrangements were at least pleasing to the eyes if the compliments gained so far were to be concluded from. "Why? Are you doing any kind of showcase soon?" Her eyes lit up at the question and being a bit more excited at the prospect than she had thought she should be, she replied with another question instead.
((i really suck at being here.. im so sorry orz... but yes hi im still alive, please bear with me as i try to give this writing thing a go
Himi-san! I’m just passing by to leave you a little Christmas present. I hope you like it.(Click here in case you can’t see it) Happy Holidays!! -Juri
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This is unexpected! I was away during the holidays so I’m only recieving these now~! Thank you so much, Juri-san! I hope you had a great time during the holidays and happy new year to you~
He didn’t wait for her to follow, quietly assuming that if her request was sincere, she would have taken his resigned agreement for what it was. Yosuke reasoned with himself that the intent of his wander had been just that, and it seemed much easier to show the stranger the way than explain the lefts and rights. Pocketing his hands, they flex beneath the stiffened fabric of his jeans. He can hear where her footsteps have begun to follow, shoes hollow on the sidewalk where they hasten to catch up. He took to listening, though he still thought of the spirit in her tone to be something he’d never become well accustomed to. Finding her thanks unnecessary, he simply shot her a backwards look, shaking his head in quiet disregard for the pleasantries. “Seems like a waste of money t’me. They’ll just die anyway.” He mused, knowing it was a subjective matter. He never saw the point of bouquets, doubt he ever would. Raising a brow at her offer though, he pursed his mouth and turned to contemplate her brightened features. “You sell cigarettes?” There was only really one person he would send deliveries to in Seoul, and even he couldn’t make a justifiable reason within himself that would encourage him to do so. It wasn’t like him, and would likely make more questions than answers. But the thought of garnering a cheapened pack of smokes made the stranger’s offer tempting. Returning his eyes to the street ahead of them, he turned and took a right, and kept quiet about the fact they were a few blocks away.
"Ah, that's actually true.. " Himi muttered to herself in the face of the matter-of-fact tone the man before her had takenas her shorter steps tried to catch up with his. But everyone's entitled to their opinion and his, even if a little more blunt than she was accustomed to, was valid. With him almost beside her, she turned to the right after he did and felt her shoulders gave a nonchalant shrug, steps settling into a sedate pace now that she had all but caught up with him. Still, she couldn't help but raise her eyebrows in surprise at the next thing that came out of his mouth, the item in question being the furthest thing she had ever thought to be associated to her gifts. "Cigarettes?" She ascertained as she felt the cogs in her brain sluggishly turn to reconcile the two. "I guess I can always put a box inside the gift baskets instead of the pillows or soft toys they usually come with.. " Her voice trailed off a little as the corners of her mouth tilted up in an almost hysterical smile at the thought, wondering the kind of person this stranger had in mind to receive such package, or even the kind of person this stranger was, for even thinking of sending such an unusual thing to someone else.
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Namie had always resented the so-called perks of being a very well-known icon in Japan. Yeah, it was nice to be known and not have to ever yearn for anything material, but a Sunday stroll was like playing Russian roulette; a gamble.
Sporting a seasonally appropriate black coat and a hat to match, the singer had set out to roam the city and breathe in the sadly polluted Tokyo air. What had started out as a slow promenade through the city had all but turned into a foot-chase earlier that day, and she’d just merged back into the crowd of busy people when her wallet had unknowingly fallen from the pocket of her coat.
The brunette’s pace quickened as she suddenly heard a voice calling out to her. “This was a bad idea.” she thought to herself, but something in her mad her stop in her tracks and turn to face the other. Perhaps she’d look intimidating with her large-framed black sunglasses arrogantly perched on her nose, but after peeping at the other woman and deciding that she was neither crazed fan nor stalker, she soon removed them and offered the stranger a warm smile. “Can I help you?”
She could discern the woman's increased pace at her calls and as she picked up her speed in kind, an idle thought about the other's promptness in response to it reminded her of someone familiar with unwanted attention. Fingers clutched at the dropped wallet in her hand, Himi lengthened her steps in hopes that she would clear what seemed to be a misunderstanding as quickly as possible. She felt herself heave a little sigh of relief when she soon found that the woman slowing down and turning to face her in acknowledgement. And as Himi stepped near, she noted the other's attire, the word incognito coming to her mind as she did.
It felt like puzzles falling into place when the other removed her oversized sunglasses for the familiar face peeking behind them prompted her to raise her eyebrows in mild surprise. Being mostly human, Himi had never much cared to dabble with businesses of the other side, content to keep herself occupied with her own work and other worldly things. And standing before her was one she had come to know from such pasttime, someone famous whose fair face graced television screens, magazine covers, billboards and other media at any point in time at least for the last fifteen human years.
Aware that she was a bit more star-struck than she felt comfortable with, her words fell from her lips in a hurry while her hand raised to hand the wallet over. "Hi. Here. You dropped this, miss."
((i just realised that the queue i put for last week didnt even run since i messed up the starting time asdffhgjgklgjagshs im so sorry for the back to back to back posts clogging your dash right now and to those i owed the replies to, im sorry for making you wait even longer than i already did orz
ETA : ((working on the rest of the replies i owe and random asks for new friends, thank you for your patience
wingedsandal replied to your post “It had been a cold day and it was getting coder still as the sun sunk,…”
"I am so sorry, miss. Are you hurt in any way?" Himi leaned in with her hands reached out towards the younger’s arms, halting just mere inches from them when she realised she might be too intrusive. "Oh, and I’m okay! Are you-?"
"it’s okay don’t worry. i’m more than fine." aya stood up straight and smiled at the lady. "it was strange though, had that man not pushed me i would have avoided the collision."
"A man pushed you?! How rude!" Himi gasped, affecting an offended look as she searched the other's facial expression before glancing down briefly to reassure herself that the latter was in fact alright. "I'm sorry again, miss, I should have paid more attention to where I am going... Oh, by the way, I'm Himi."
Lately she was experimenting with her art and was using a lot of fresh and dried flowers and leaves in her paintings or just ikebanas that she was creating and just like many other artists she found some sort of inspiration in creative mess. “Uh, really? What’s there?” She stopped, brushing fingers through her hair to find some dried leaves there. “Aigoo, was it there all this time?” She muttered quietly to herself feeling embarrassed about the way she must have been looked. She smiled bashfully at the older woman and bow her head in gratitude. “Thank you for telling me. I was working with flowers and leaves and it probably sneaked there somehow.” The second she glanced at the leave in her hands her mind started drawing an adventure of a cute little leaf, finding it’s way to her hair to take a fluffy warm nap. She blinked and looked at the other again deciding to leave that idea for later.
Whatever Himi was expecting from the younger woman, the given answer was nowhere near it. And as she slowly blinks incomprehendingly at the stranger, her brain pieced the information together as her head nod lightly. Bowing in return, the ends of her lips quirked at the doll-like face in front of her, the almost whimsical look the stranger was sporting seemed to be fitting with the unexpected answer earlier. "You are welcome, miss. I'm sorry, I didnt mean to be so nosey, I just couldnt help myself.." She added a chuckle as was her habit when realisation that her too intrusive nature caught up with her. "You are an artist?"
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Yuka didn’t get much sleep the previous night. She was too busy rehearsing for an upcoming performance, only to finally sleep at two o’clock in the morning. However, she was still tired, and she could feel herself fading in and out on the train she rode to school, until the woman’s whisper finally woke her up. “Oh! No I didn’t,” she shook her head. “I’m a dancer, so I was rehearsing for a show.”
Himi didnt mean to be so intrusive about the young woman, nor was it her intention to make things uncomfortable, so when her question wasnt resciprocated negatively, she quirked her lips into a little smile and nodded in sympathy. Directing their conversation towards the afore-mentioned reason of the stranger's lack of sleep, she thought that would at least keep the words going and her awake for the rest of their journey that morning. "I see. Oh, you are a performer then? And juggling school at that? That is admirable."
Hand gently cradled an odd porcelain creation as he examined it with keen interest, attempting to discern what exactly it was meant to be. He was intrigued only by its seeming lack of purpose, and he found himself wondering what the cost of something like that would be. He had been staring at it for such an expanse of time that he felt maybe he should own it if only to stare at it some more. Eyes now scanned the shelf of odd assortments to fall upon a price that… no… it was just junk, he couldn’t possibly part with that kind of money for something so pointless.
Kyuhyun forced himself away from the table of knick knacks and a short distance further down the street. Foreigners would likely part with their money under the assumption there was something whimsically Korean about such trash, but he had no use for it. Obviously, he wasn’t the intended audience for such things.
A burst of air was pushed from his lips while he busied himself with simply looking busy. He had nothing to do for most of the day, and had used his time to window shop. That was probably why he had so many seemingly random things taking up space in his loft.
Suddenly, then, a voice from a bespectacled woman caught his attentions, and he turned to see a female he believed to be smartly dressed. It appeared she had been addressing him?
“Why, yes? Whatever gives you the impression otherwise? Am I in your way?” Was his reply, a barrage of questions. Unoffended, merely curious, what could possibly draw a stranger’s sudden gaze?
He looked back at her with a blank stare, hand tucked into a pocket of his waistcoat, eyes averting only to watch other people pass by in front of them.
“I’m aware I probably look like shit, if that was what concerned you,” He then added, suddenly bitter and making a remark most unlike himself. It seemed that his sleeplessness was making him moody, and he was beginning to grow tired of randoms inquiring after his health.
Maybe it was the years she had spent delivering presents that had ingrained such quality in her or maybe it was her own nature to be unafraid to go up to complete stranger and struck up a conversation, whatever it was Himi hoped her face showed none of the regret she was now being overcome with. Sometimes she wished she wasnt that unapologetically chirpy, for the lack of better terms and that right then was one such instance. It was a little too late to take it back though so she plowed on, keeping the cheer in her voice as she softened her grin in the face of the stranger's discomfort.
"Ah, sorry for being so nosey- You just looked really vexed there, I didn't mean to step on any toes but you look like you could use some help." Clearing her throat she thought of the barrage of words she had just spewed and frantically tried to rescue herself. "I mean- A listening ear can be good sometimes? And since we are total strangers, you don't have to spare any names, I won't even know these people? Not that I am a gossip if I knew them but-" She cringed when she realised how much worse she just sounded and gulped. Hooking an index finger into the side of her prim collars, she cleared her throat.
"You know what, I'm sorry." Hand reaching up to scratch idly at the side of her neck, she bowed at the stranger, one last attempt to save herself. "Have a nice day."
"Oh okay. Good, now if you could sign this for me.." She took out a piece of paper and indicated where he should sign before realising her own pause in answering him. Clearing her throat, she looked up to meet his eyes in a smile and nodded at the basket in his hands. "A secret admirer, perhaps? Since they wished to remain anonymous."
-The boy nodded and quickly moved the basket so he could sign the piece of paper she was showing him. Her answer to his question made him scoff under his breath but he still looked at her with a smile once he was done signing the paper- “Hm, a secret admirer, huh? How funny” -Jeongguk couldn’t help but chuckle- “Thank you for delivering this, miss.”
She hummed in agreement as she idly watched the pen made its markings on the piece of paper. Taking said paper back, she pocketed it before looking back up o catch the young man's gaze and mirrored his smile. "Why, you dont believe you have one? A secret admirer, I mean?"
"Ah…" With a small hum, she took the pen and wrote her last name in the space provided; silently thinking about the others proposal with a soft frown."Hm, well I guess its not like I have anything else to do with my life." Handing back the clip board and pen, she took a glance outside and squinted, mentally preparing herself for the headache that she would have to endure because of the sunny day. "… Sure, i’ll go eat lunch with you. How should we do this though? Should I pick you up somewhere? Should I just wait here? We need to figure this out." Smiling gently at the other woman, she leaned over to gently take the basket out of the others hands. "Ah, and thank you for delivering this to me."
She nodded in satisfaction as she looked on, eyes intent on the dancing pen making its mark over the paper that she only registered what the younger woman was saying a beat after. Looking back up, she released the basket and took the offered stationeries back and tucked them haphazardly into her messenger bag as she hurriedly explained. "Oh no, I mean since I will be making another trip I thought we can get lunch on the way-" She paused briefly and blinked at the slight change in the other's expression, wondering if it was some kind of a signal for the latter's discomfort. "Or.. We can call for take outs?"
He could tell he’d surprised her with the sudden turn that careened the conversation, or what little of it there was, to Japanese. Perhaps it had been a too quick assumption on his part, but there were turns to her features that told of Japanese roots. Yosuke could barely remember the last time he’d spoken his native tongue in a nature that wasn’t intentional teasing. Eventually, he watched the surprise change into affirmation as she went along with the swivel of tongue and joined him in the shared language. It may have been a strange language to be spoken in the heart of the Korean capital, but it failed to bother him. Raising a brow at the swift appearance of a smile, he scratched the top of his head where his beanie folded. He wasn’t usually one for formalities nor of much help. Her voice was too bright for his liking, but he slowed his steps so he’d reached the other side of the crosswalk. Slices of sun had managed to slide past tall buildings where they hit the sidewalk at their feet. “I can, it isn’t too far off from here.” Sending her another quiet look, he was in no rush, nor headed in any specific direction so with a tilt of his head that signalled her to follow, he took a right. “What d’you deliver?”
It felt a little reminiscence of being suspended in limbo when it was just mere seconds of anticipation, but the positive response coming from the man was such a relief that she almost let out an audible sigh. Keeping her grin, her eyebrows raised in kind at the other's gesture. She had noted that his unwelcoming demenour earlier softened to a kind of awkward acceptance but the way he inclined his head and signalled her to follow was a surprise for she had neither asked nor expected such. Lightly, she stepped closer and began walking after him, lips already parting to spout her thanks and then onto mundane chortles at his prompting. "Thank you, this is so nice of you! You could just direct me to it- but this is nice too.. And it was a gift, a huge bouquet of red roses! I guess someone is in love, huh?" She chuckled shortly at her own useless assumption before continued on. "I own a small gift shop and I do deliveries too.. Do drop by when you ever needed to send gifts to your loved ones, I'll give you a discount!!"
"It’s cold. Very cold that even though Jaerim is already off duty, he still stays in the fire station, occupying his self by cleaning the last fire truck that was used three hours ago. Knowing that his room mate wouldn’t be around in their house anyway, plus his pet cats are in the veterinarian clinic for check up and rehabilitation, Jaerim couldn’t think of any reason to go home. His major reason for staying behind is cold and he doesn’t want to walk home. The idea of lying in an empty house did not entice him either. Staying in a forever crowded fire station is far better than anything else. Even though he have to spend a few time cleaning and strolling around.
"He sighs after finishing the last truck. The firefighter smiles as he made a last check up before he takes his cleaning stuffs and walks back to the main building. His footsteps however paused when he noticed a woman in the parking area. Jaerim did not see her before ( maybe because he’s so focused with his cleaning), so he approached her kindly, lips pressed in small smile.
"Excuse me, can I help you?"
She was in the midst of her own thoughts, still looking around - or more accurately peeking from over the two large bouquets in her arms - that the introduction of an outsider's voice startled her. Gasping audibly, she felt herself reel to find the source of said voice, only to be faced with that of a strapping man seemingly a bit younger than herself. She didn't know how long she had stood there possibly skulking and muttering to herself while being deep in her own thoughts, but judging by how the cold had started to seep through her boots and her elbows smarting from the weight of the flowers, it might have been more than a while. Embarrassed, she cleared her throat before letting the ends of her lips curl into a smile to return the one the latter was offering.
"Ah, yes. Hi!" She chirped at the stranger, quickly masking whatever remaining awkwardness with what she hoped was her professional face. Eyes glancing down the man's torso, she noted the latter's shirt which was a little thin to be worn standing on a bare parking lot in their current weather but bearing a smaller version of the symbol hanging over the front of the building in the background and concluded him to be a part of the fire department. "I'm here to deliver these bouquets of roses. They are addressed to the entire crew of firefighters here. Their sender chose to remain anonymous though... I guess someone is pretty grateful to you guys, huh?"
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Zino tried to hide his feeling of awkwardness from his face, but nodded nonetheless. “Sure,” he said reaching out and taking one of the bouquets off her hands, “Where you headed to with these, anyways?”
Himi cringed inwardly at the the telltale signs of discomfort on the stranger's features but plowed on, sighing gratefully as half of her load was lifted off which left her able to adjust the remaining weight with both of her hands. Shooting the latter a wide smile, she gave a slight bow at him in greeting. "Thank you! It is just a block over to that way I think, not too far now.." She paused as she alternately let each hand stretch for a bit before extending her right towards the bouquet in the man's hands. "And thank you for your help, kind sir, I think I'm set. I'm Himi by the way, it is nice to meet you."
