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halfofgemini:

“It’s not stupid,” Came the quick reply, as if the words had been anticipated from the very beginning. “It’s cute. It’s festive. It’s–” It was Christmas, for Pete’s sake! Ugly sweaters and uncomfortable family time were practically mandatory. The brothers in particular deserved more time together anyway, didn’t they? Saeyoung, at least, believed so.

“Pretty non-negotiable…” Happily, he tugged at the bottom of his own sweater, making his own bells dance around. “But I’m wearing one too, so you won’t be alone! Isn’t it great? I think we’re missing hats, though.” Would his brother want to be a Santa, or a Helper Elf, he wondered…

His mouth presses into a line. “...mmh. It’s noisy.” He definitely doesn’t seem pleased, but he’s also not putting up much of a resistance in the face of such enthusiasm -- until his brother starts on the hat. Saeran's eyes narrow. “No.” He plucks at one of the bells on his sweater. “...this should be enough.”

Then he tilts his head, some of the irritation fading in favor of grudging curiosity.  “Don’t tell me you have some ready already.” 

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@foureyeexorcist

He thinks he’s getting a little more used to this... city, if he can even think of it at such. Though it’s not as though he’s getting lost any less. The people, though -- he just can’t get used to that. There’s just so many of them. And it always makes him feel like he’s being watched. 

Like now. 

He catches movement from his peripheral and what should he find but someone he doesn’t know, looking in his direction. At him? He shoots a baleful look at the stranger as the thought strikes him. 

“...what are you looking at?” Not quite as snappish as he can manage, maybe, but still definitely rude. Especially considering that he’s not even sure he’s being looked at right now.

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@windxblown

If there’s one thing Saeran hates among the myriad of others, it’s needing help. He shouldn’t need anyone else to tell him where to go, he should be able to figure it out on his own.

Which is how he gets, somehow, even more lost than he was to begin with. It’s after the third time passing over the same cracked sidewalk -- God, if he was going to go in circles, couldn’t he even manage to do that where he was supposed to be? -- that he caves. Necessity trumps pride here -- barely. And, well... he has been told to make nice, hasn’t he?

So he picks out someone who seems less intimidating more likely to give him an answer, a girl nearby enough, and makes a beeline for her. He doesn’t actually make an attempt to get her attention, just starts speaking, voice flat as he rubs awkwardly at his neck, avoiding eye contact. 

     “...how do you get to the... shopping district from here?”

He thinks that’s what it’s called.

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@halfofgemini

Saeran is... well, he’s not exactly swamped in the gaudy Christmas sweater he’s wearing, but it’s close enough, and he plucks at the hem, shuffling uncomfortably. Little bells jingle as he fidgets.

“...this is stupid,” he mutters after a moment of baleful silence. He’s a regular Ebenezer, even decked out as he is. “Do I... have to wear this?”

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and please like this post if interested in a non-holiday starter

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hello yes please like this post if interested in a grumpy holiday starter

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venomoushelianthus:

Sector 6, the park, the zoo, whatever it was supposed to be, seemed to be a common people-watching spot for Rika. Or a place to clear her mind, somewhere quiet but not so deafeningly silent like the huts further down. It was better than the alternative. There was no point in discussing the alternative.

Nonetheless, she had found herself thinking back to her most loyal follower. Had he been taking care of himself? Did he leave since she was no longer there? Is he dead? Did he abandon her – their mission? It was a flop between worry, panic, paranoia, and anger. And this certainly wasn’t the first time since she’d arrived that her thoughts drifted to Saeran, but this was the most fruitful trip down memory lane.

There he was, in broad daylight.

The steps she took towards Saeran were slow and steady – he already looked so fragile, the poor thing, how pathetic. 

“Saeran.” Rika spoke firmly, but almost gently. She took a moment to examine him – the stress he had endured was obvious. What had stressed him out was less so, but that was a topic for another time.

“I’m grateful that you haven’t abandoned me.” She reached her hands out, and softly cupped Saeran’s jaw in her hands.

His eyes slide shut immediately as he leans into her touch, an instinctual sense of trust only she could evoke. Some of the tension slips from his shoulders at last, though his fingers are clenched tightly together out of fear that this isn’t real, that he’s just imagining things somehow; her, or any of this. 

But -- no, no, the savior’s here, it’s fine, it’s fine. He almost trembles with the effort of keeping still and not letting the relief flood through him at that thought.

There’s an inclination not to question her, but his brow furrows in confusion, in dismay at her words. “--never, savior.” There’s a sort of wounded reproach in his words, despite himself, but how could she even consider that? How could he ever?

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@venomoushelianthus

He doesn't have a destination in mind, exactly, just wants to get away from all these people. (Of course he’d be relegated to the middle of a -- shopping center? Similar enough, anyway.) 

Trying to get a handle on the scale of this place doesn’t seem to be working out all that well though -- he didn’t think he’d actually wandered far enough to actually hit wilderness, but here he is, surrounded already by intense greenery. Still, it’s better than the crowds. He certainly feels less... watched here, even if it is odd. 

Which is why he’s all the more blindsided by a flash of gold. 

“–savior?”

The name falls from his lips reflexively. Though tinged with hesitance, there is a sharp relief to it. But it can’t be -- can it? With how unfamiliar everything is, can he really expect to find her here? It doesn’t really matter. However small a possibility it is, he darts in that direction.   

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Saeran is, to put it simply, not handling this well. 

Unfamiliar surroundings, unfamiliar people, and he’s going to be watched?  What he’s been told, even what he sees -- he doesn’t know if he can trust any of this. 

-- well. Of course he can’t. But whether there’s a measure of truth in this or not, he can’t tell. He wants no part of this either way.  

It may not be the wisest move to set out without a destination in mind, but just staying put is a far more loathsome prospect than the idea of whatever else he may find. 

He keeps his head down and avoids eye contact as he walks, looking for anything or anyone familiar enough to catch his eye. 

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hey there, my name is kelsey, I’m the very unmysterious mod behind the curtain, and ohoho boy there are already more of you than I was expecting, wow

-- but I’m looking forward to getting to know you all and writing with you!

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Hi! I’m applying as Saeran from Mystic Messenger on November 13th. My application can be found under the ‘citta app’ page.

Welcome to the Hive, Saeran!

You’ll be housed in apartment p-5!

Enjoy your stay!

– mod o13

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fuck yes my honey touched that $20 im literally never washing my hands again

“…”

he stares at you, then at the $20, then back at you.

“…give it back.”

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ARE YOU NASTY?

he slides a $20 slowly over to you.

“………………..never mention this to anyone.”

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“I could just get rid of you… but that’d be a shame. You’re so cute.”

unknown from mystic messenger, run by kelsey; associated with citta-alveare

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