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[fatalled]

He stops — seconds before it becomes an incident report. His reflexes are sharp enough to feel the shift in the air, the way the heat begins to shape, super-heated and wavering right before it explodes into bright light. ( Sniper reflexes. He has to be able to pierce the wings off a fly from at a moments notice, has to be able to pick out the smallest change in the air, always has to be — aware. ) He holds his hands up as though he's been caught. "Wow, thank god we have someone like you protecting us from creaky floors, hm?"

Kyungseok didn't have a home really to go to that isn't the walls of Cerberus Corp. & when nights get a little harder to sleep, when he can't sit still, when he can't remember the next move in his set — he wanders. There's usually a live body somewhere in one of the rooms. There's something about the comfort of knowing another person is awake, picking apart their dreams as carefully as he does. He's only come across a dead one once or twice in his time. He sidesteps the flame, giving Seongyeol no more time of day than the man would ever spare him. It's easier that way.

"Why should I be stealthy if all I'm doing is walking into a room? Far be it from anyone just having a quick jaunt, hm?" He flops into one of the leather seats, tucking one leg over the arm and positively lounging. In a plain black tee and a pair of jeans that have seen better days, he's more or less relaxed. More or less. Less. Kyungseok has never truly relaxed a day in his life.

"Am I interrupting something incredibly important? Did your hair go flat after filming? Or maybe the interviewer kept making eyes at you? Someone spit in your drink?"

location : cerberus corp . open to all agents ( with seongyeol ) !

the flick of a silver case, the tiniest spark lights up his features as he lazily passes the flame over the tips of his fingers. seongyeol probably should have gone home hours ago once finished with whatever new promotional bullshit the company had stirred up earlier, and yet he remains. lounging back against soft leather, he doesn't face the door of the small lounge on one of the upper floors but that doesn't mean he's unaware of his surroundings.

the creak of the floor gives them away no matter how carefully they step. the flame soars from his fingers to stop just in front of their face, inches away but close enough to feel its heat. " you should work on your stealth. anyone could have heard you from a mile away. " he doesn't turn to look at them, keeping the flame perfectly in place despite not being in his view.