She mimicked his stance, resting a hand on her hip as she waited for a response. “The answer is obvious, but say it anyway. Feed me ego.”
He hesitated for a moment; trying to hold back a wide grin. “Are you trying to fish compliments?” he laughed out loud; patting her shoulder. “There, there. You look... okay.” With that, he took a step back, crossed his arms and rolled his eyes playfully.
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"Nope, I'm just become prettier maybe?"
“…” he narrowed his eyes, his dominant hand raising to tug on his bottom lip, while his gaze was scanning her thoroughly. “Do you really want an answer to this?”
"Ey giraffe!"
“long time no see.. something’s different, or am I just hallucinating?”
“Because I wanted you to ask me to treat them,” she answered simply with a soft smile, resting her chin on her palm, elbow supported on the kitchen counter she was leaning over, as she watched him. “I considered for a moment to just offer my help but in the end, I just like men asking for my help too much.”
His dropped down hand reached up to his face again, rubbing the bridge of his nose lightly; eyebrows raised and his lips parting to sigh: “Oh boy...”, he muttered. “My ego is a way too big to just ask someone for help.” He responded with a crooked smile on his face, “..and how do I know you can take good care of my bruises, anyway?”
Typical conversation starters:
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“Yes, yes, I’ve thanked you a hundred times,” she mumbled. It would have been terrible if someone had gotten hold of her phone - even deleted, she was sure they could recover her more illicit mirror selfies, not to mention her kakao messages and her more sensitive conversations. Reaching her hand out, she was about to take the phone back when he suddenly took it back. Taeyeon blinked, “N–No, give me my phone back. Please. I’ll get you food, sure, but my phone…” She didn’t mean to stammer, but it happened when she was particularly uncomfortable.
The small stutter passing the females lips seemed to trigger an emotion out of the male; causing the corner of his lips to raise a bit higher. “Don’t you trust me? I mean I just saved your phone.” he said in an almost humming voice, but with a sharp undertone — he didn’t like to take a compromise, especially when the other person was someone he didn’t know. “Your phone doesn’t seem to be save in your hands anyway.” he mocked with a grin; his hand knocking gently against the pocket, in which he had dropped the phone. “I’m getting real hungry.”
Z E L O ...from the Greek and Roman God Mythology “Zelus” whom was the god of rivalry.
This kid is as ruthless as it gets. Has beaten several of his opponents to death with nothing but his bare hands. Known for Grand theft auto, Robery, Smuggling illegal merch and Kidnapping.
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“That shouldn’t have worked, but it did.”
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“I’ve done that a thousand times.” Zelo said while stretching his neck, until a loud cracking sound echoed. His eyes scanning one another through the dark material of his glasses, which he’d mostly wear, when he was outside during the day. Junhong handed the smartphone to one another; hesitating for a brief moment. “You should treat me for some food, though.” he truly wasn’t modest, when it came to things like this, since he usually was the one to steal. “You’re a lucky one, choosing someone who’s done a lot of parkour.” he bragged, dropping the phone into his pocket. “I’ll give it back, when I get food, aight?”
“Huh? Ah you mean therapy? It’s because I kept worrying about you and I couldn’t get on with daily activities.” She joked with a failing serious expression, leaving the real reason as a topic of discussion for another day. Not that it was anything worth addressing anyway.Her face lightened with his laugh and she eventually joined him. “See, I think I’ll have to resign my job just to babysit you.”
Zelo narrowed his eyes for a moment, as one another started to explain herself, only to find a joke — he quickly snapped to the thought that she just didn’t want to tell, yet; maybe she wouldn’t ever mention it. He respected that, no matter how loud his curious mind was whining about getting the new information; instead, he narrowed his eyes harder, to the point, where someone could question, if his eye were still open or not. “You seem to be quiet obsessed with me...” he muttered, but loud enough to be heard. Suddenly he widened his eyes dramatically; leaning back, as if he was pushed back. “....are you in love with me!?”
“Molested-?” She shook her head in realisation and reached to hit his arm quickly. “Yah don’t make me sound like such a creep!” Her huff ended the sentence, only to narrow her eyes at him afterwards. “I think I am the only adult here right now anywy.” She stated without hesitation and pinched the bridge of her nose. “What am I going to do with this child…”
With no hesitation, he crossed his arms in front of his chest and stuck out his tongue as he felt the slight pain coming from his arm. While his tongue disappeared behind his lips, his arms remained in this position; Zelo proceeds to think for a brief moment, seeing Yuras expression of desperate. “I do have a face of an 5 year old. But my mind has matured.” he stated, blowing up his cheeks.
“Therpy never worked for me anyway so I think my advice is trustworthy.” She added with a convincing nod. Her smile then faded into a mere pout. “Yah, you know exactly I can’t do that. Especially not with you.You are a born troublemaker.” Although her remarks were a joke, it was in her nature to be concerned about those close and around her. “Besides what’s gonna happen if I do ? Pft. ”
Zelo immediately stretched his back, as if he was paying attention just now; just as Yura mentioned having therapy experiences. His thoughts seemed to snap to that thought— ‘why would she need therapy? how long has that been?’ “Why, why why.” he repeated in a fast pattern, not even letting it sound like a question. “You have been in Therapy?” he asked then finally; his mind already trying to find an answer to that. Maybe it has been the phobia; he just remembered how he comforted her on the staircase, because she couldn’t go to the roof; but maybe it was something different. It was hard to just get these thoughts off, as she carried on the conversation. “Well you’re not wrong with that.” he started to laugh.
She grinned proudly seeing him struggle and let go of his hair. “Nope, never will. It’s just asking for me to attack it.” She chimmed pointing at it. “I have been trying to tell you that for about 2 years now? You should’ve listened.”
“Wow, with you telling that, I feel molested” he joked again with a grin; a small giggle escaping between his teeth, before his expression would change drastically. “Ya, ya, I get it.” he playfully rolled his eyes, “You’re the adult-y adult of us and therefore always right.” he narrowed his eyes a brief moment after his comment; seeming to question what he had said before.
—ooc; so here i am back to the dash and since I gained some followers I just wanna explain that I’m not a dead account lmao I’m just having a hard time but feel free to hit me up with starters or just a small message abt wanting to start a thread with my character. I promise I don’t bite u v u
Yura crossed her arms stubbornly and eyed him. “Yeah? And you sound like a 5-year-old child.” She retorted. Sure, it was childish but her nagging never made sense anyway. “Stress huh?” She paused clicking her tongue. “Well maybe you should figure out what’s causing the stress first. Deal with it, and then sleep will come to you automatically.” A smile played on her lips as she spoke; careless enough to not pick up on his obvious lie in the moment. “I am no therapist but that method has always worked for me.”
Zelo let that comment just slip away, not knowing what to reply to that anyway. His focus was more on the reply she’d give after his massive lie; squinting his eyes lightly. “Well, I wouldn’t need a therapist anyway.” he said with a small laughter following, thinking of the time he actually had been in therapy and how much he hated it. “You shouldn’t worry about me too much.”
