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[ throws a pen at his head then runs off ]

❛    OW !  THAT COULD’VE   seriously hurt me…  what if i had been knocked unconscious ?  your strength is no joke !    ❜

silvaer.

               ❝  Then  just,  scooch  up  !  This  thing  can  fit  two,  right  ?  Probably  !  ❞

❛     IT CAN’T   ———    ❜      it could.       ❛     who’s going to pay for it when you break it ?   ❜

&* TSU.

‘       “does it matter what i wear ?”   are you daft ?   you’re high - profile,  and you wanna be seen in that ?   it’s jus’ embarrassing !

          ❛    I SUPPOSE YOU WOULD KNOW  what’d look best           okay,  fine.  let’s go shopping.  i haven’t been in a while.    ❜

chamberburied.

     ❛   you do know that it’s bloody disrespectful to deny me that last slice , innit ?   ❜

❛ * ｡ @heiritor​ / ♡

    ❛   I ONLY EAT ONCE A DAY.  i’d starve if i gave you my last slice.  if i get ill,  are you going to pay for my hospital bill ?    ❜

&* TSU.

‘       you’re wearing neutrals together,  like,  again.   why ?

@heiritor ♥’d

          ❛     WHY ARE YOU STRESSING me out so much ? does it matter what i wear ?   ❜

batzoku.

@heiritor

‘  hey, you dropped something under this car here. i think they were keys.  ‘

proceeds to lift the whole car.

            ❛     YEAH,  I THINK I D           ❜     roseate brims part in a manifestation of flummox & star-struck awe at the rare phenomenon.  his mouth moves to form a cohesive sentence,  or even a word but he flounders,  thick, sooty lashes batting repeatedly against the smooth complexion of the apples of his cheeks.   after a perpetuated period,  he manages to pose a query that he’s all too certain he must've been accustomed to…  or at least a normalized adaption of it.      ❛            are you… an ALIEN ?   ❜

etherios.

s.c.  //  @heiritor

     “  you’ve got me fucked up,  “  the angel snarks, exhales smoke through swollen lips.  he still smells of sex, now laced with cannabis and the faint hint of coke.  he sniffles, moans softly as his high rushes back onto him.  his eyes are hazed as passes the blunt without rising.  “  what makes you ask that anyway?  “

               THERE’S AN ELONGATED PERIOD OF silence amalgamated with a tincture of an exhibited skepticism in the fissures of a honey-wrought countenance.  he draws both brows higher,  a deep sigh to punctuate his overall exaggeration,  peppermint-pink tongue running along the plumpness of his lower lip in a pageantry of authentic thoughtfulness.   ❛     I MEAN... YOU’RE OFFERING ME,  a stranger,  weed.    ❜

nevermorx.

Refusing to turn around,  he rolled his eyes.      ❛ Go ahead.   I can take you in court.   I’ll give you ten seconds to get the hell off it or I’m actually going to shove you and run off with your precious BABY. ❜

     ADJOURNING THE REMAINING DISTANCE,  the phone is lowered from his face.  he remains intransigent  &  juvenile in not only his conduct but in his manner of speaking too.    ❛   I DON’T WANT TO.  if you don’t want to see me on my segway then talk with your back to me.     ❜  

alderaanheir.

❝   —  put your arm around me.   ❞    //   @heiritor  ✶  call. 

        ❛    WHY            ?   ❜    it’s a question,  unnecessarily posed in a zephyr-like whisper that’s more on the basis of his own curiosity.  it’s with celerity that he temporarily disregards his interest,  promptly slinging an arm around her shoulder,  domiciliary  &  liberal in its casual manner.

BONG-SOON.

@heiritor

    ❝ since we’re getting married and all. ❞ a tsk escapes her, chin tilting upwards as she offers the kitten ears to him. ❝ the least you can do is put these on, right, ceo? i’m sure they’ll look absolutely adorable on you. ❞

         ❛    ARE YOU TRYING TO MAKE ME FEEL GUI           WOW…  okay,  fine.  i’ll put them on.   ❜   seizing the headband in a firm grasp and compelling a transient tight-lipped smile on his lips,  he creates a scene for palpable chagrin.  a conceived sigh from honey-wrought lips in a perceptible exhibition of  ( exaggerated )  ire, stationing the headband vigilantly atop of a mahogany crown as if it caused him a significant amount of malaise.    ❛    there.  happy ?   ❜

                ❛    HERE,   PHOTOCOPY THIS FOR ME  and give the original copy back to the development team...            ❜    he trails off amidst a tumultuous flurry that is unaccustomed to the usual norm.  it’s invariably busy towards the establishment of a new game design and everyone in the building,  even min-hyuk himself,  who claims to only work twice a week,  proves themselves as industrious.  the ambiance is tense,  but effervescent,  unorthodox for a working environment.

                A TENUOUS PINCH STRUCTURES ITSELF between his brows,  scrutinizing the man diligently.  strange...   he wasn’t aware that his company was recruiting any new people.  although, he might have left it in the hands of his secretary,  but he doesn’t seem to have any recollection of it.     ❛     are you new ?  i’ve not seen you around before...   you know where the development team is,  right ?   can you find your way back into my office from there ?      ❜ 

&*  @cchilyoja  !

satankissed.

                                                HEIRITOR | SC   

   “ You ARE quite accomplished from what I understand “ says she, those SERPENT eyes twinkling like costume jewelry. How EASY it was to twist a man’s mind into thinking her was important. They seem to turn to putty when given a compliment by a BEAUTIFUL woman such as herself: A beautiful flower with poison elixir. She places a delicate red-nailed hand upon his arm, her touch as COLD as a breeze in the dead of winter. She smiles at him, all charm and no meaning. “ I would be ever SO delighted if you’d show me your… “ what’s the word? “ games, I am told they are quite lovely “ her voice is a purr, and her senses begin to TINGLE with the promise of a new acquisition to her collection. 

              ❛    THANK YOU,  THERE’S BEEN A LOT OF effort put into them by myself and my employees.  it’s fun to make and design the games,  even if it does get too busy and becomes too much to handle.   ❜   his appreciation is cordial  & full of warmth,  cocooning the honeyed softness of his eyes.   a vast majority of the time,  people’s penchant over video games lost its harboured interest,  so it’s no surprise when he takes great pleasure in having people other than the targeted audience take interest in his games.

              A GRIN THAT CONNOTES AFFABILITY  bedaubs itself across roseate lips,  his attentiveness now focused on the woman paying him compliments. it does however,  falter marginally at the dainty,  feather-light touch upon his arm.  he glances at her in veiled apprehension for a transitory moment,  he blinks,  caught in the bright viridian of her gaze before her request detains his attention.  his grin widens and he bares a set of pearly whites at her in an unconcealed vivacity.     ❛    what kind of games do you like ?    ❜

nightscaped.

“ You’re really coming for my colour choices? When you’re dressed in BEIGE ? ” Kael, on the other hand, is not very good at looking as though he isn’t insulted. With the way his face is all twisted, you’d think someone had just accused him of washing his hair with shit. “ What look were you going for? Ugly 70s Bedsit? ”

         ❛     BEIGE IS A NICE COLOUR  for clothes and looks good with my skin tone.      ❜      he’d have picked up on the calumniated expression the other seems to manifest if it weren’t for the fact that he simulated that very semblance himself,   despite it lasting ephemerally on his end,   expertly sheathing his aspersions soon after.    ❛     excuse me ?  ugly 70s bedsit ?  this is PROBABLY worth more than your whole wardrobe combined          not to mention,  it looks better too !     ❜