“And how long have you had this headache?” She asked, a brow quirking up as she tapped her pen against the table, her leg crossed over the other. “Having a headache this long is a bad sign, you know. If you still have any more headaches tomorrow or if it gets worse before that, go to the hospital, please.” A sigh followed her words as her shoulders dropped a little, lips pursed together. “I wouldn’t want you to drop dead somewhere.”

NAME: Iris Cho. AGE: 24 (25 in Korea) SPECIES: Human. GENDER: Female. ORIENTATION: Bisexual. PROFESSION: Soon to be a certified aerospace engineer.

— PHYSICAL ASPECTS BODY TYPE: Thin. HAIR: Black. EYES: Dark brown. SKIN: Fair. HEIGHT: 170cm.

— FAMILY SIBLINGS: An older brother (Ivan Cho). PARENTS: Mother (Johanna) & Father (Jaehyun) CHILDREN: n/a. ANY PETS? Yes ( x ) // No ( )

— LIKES COLORS: Black, dark red, yellow, white. SMELLS: Red roses and citrus.   FOOD / DRINKS: Pizza and hamburgers along with Coca-Cola and orange juice. ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES?: Yes ( x ) // Rarely ( ) // No (  ) FAVORITES: Creating stuff, eating, going to the gym.

— OTHER DETAILS SMOKES? Yes ( x ) // No (  ) // Occasionally ( ) DRUGS? Yes ( ) // No (  ) // Occasionally ( x ) DRIVER LICENSE? Yes ( x ) // No ( ) EVER BEEN ARRESTED? Yes ( ) // No ( x ) // Almost/Detained ( )

TAGGED BY: @hxnryz TAGGING: @muertev @jooism @sunmichi @obaeli @chiaso @seovlitaire @daphnyx @nightscaped & anyone who would wish to do this!

Henry isn’t so sure what to respond to her. It’s a dilemma, really. While he’s strictly against any kind of abuse, be it psychological or physical, he does agree that this stranger deserved what he got from her — even though he wouldn’t like to admit it. But at the same time, it got her into even more trouble and he’s not so sure if that was worth it. And he’s also not sure if there would have been any other way for her to stand up for herself — this guy doesn’t really sound like he would have listened, anyway. Yeah … it’s a dilemma. “Maybe they were scared,” Henry says, cringing internally as soon as his words have left his mouth. While some people probably really are scared to interfere in situations like this one, he can’t deny that way too many people just look away merely because they don’t want to get involved. It’s awful, really. Suddenly Henry wishes he would have been there to help her — and maybe even stop her from doing what she did, which he still thinks was a mistake. A mistake with good reasoning. 

“Oops. Sorry.” It’s no big surprise to him that she pushes his hand away, but that doesn’t really impress him in the slightest and so he just continues cleaning her bruises after washing the bit of blood out of the cloth he’s using. “I’m not talking about covering it up. But at least you got medicine,” he adds, though he’s not able to hide the sarcasm in his voice. Not being bothered about getting into regular physical fights is one thing, but she should at least know how to properly take care of herself afterwards. And if she doesn’t, then he will — at least whenever he’s got the chance to, which he does right now. 

Once he finally finished cleaning her up, he drops the wet (and dirty) cloth in the sink and crosses his arms, looking down at her. “Kinda, yeah. But I’m still up, right? And really hungry. Imma warm something up — do you wanna eat something, too?” He doesn’t even wait for her to answer him when he makes his way to the door. “Don’t beat me up, but,” he then says, turning to her with the smallest hint of a grin on his lips, “right now, I only accept a ‘yes’.” 

          If you asked Iris, being scared was no reason to watch someone being abused. It wasn’t right, it really wasn’t. It didn’t even matter if it was a man or a woman who was getting abused, you just don’t watch anyone reach their limits. Women always got more shit, though, and most men always tried to act machos. Why couldn’t they help her then? God. And people always wonder why some people can kill others so easily. “Henry, are you serious? Scared? Why the hell would they be scared? If I was completely defenseless and couldn’t beat the shit out of that guy, I would probably be in the hospital now. What for? For attempting suicide, probably.” Not every girl out there is like Iris. Well, hopefully, no one was like her. That would be pretty sad -- but at the same time, would it? At least they would be able to defend themselves. “If I didn’t know you, I’d probably strangle every man that showed up in front of me.” And she wasn’t really kidding, although she made it seem that way. 

     SKEPTICISM was evident in his cool eyes when he watched her tend to the wound on her thigh. Assuming she might have gotten in a fight earlier or something, it made Kris wonder why anyone in the right mind, would have a cigarette lit up when patching up an open wound. He knew how dangerous it would be for them if something happened – but given the fact the other did not seem to care about it, perhaps the archer had overlooked the part. Then again, he was nonchalant about how she felt or how she was doing with her wound. In fact, one would even say he never cared for her well-being from the look he had on his face. At this rate, he was going to let her do whatever she felt comfortable with.

   “– Even with a cigarette in between your lips.” Kris commented indifferently and shifted his gaze away from her to look at their surroundings. The coast was clear, he believed so. Yet, he kept himself alerted in case of any threats coming for them, gripping his bow in his hand before he attached it on his back. “What happened?”