The King and His Guard(Hyun, Mod)

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I'm like a Poison

Slowly eating your Soul

The moon sat itself high up in the sky giving dim light to the park that Michael found himself wondering about tonight. His hands were resting firmly inside of his jacket pockets as he roamed about, keeping his eyes open for any kind of Oni activity. Hopefully they'd show up even if the park was filled with people like it normally was during the day, and really it was Michael's own fault for not getting Oni hunting done during the day. He had unfortunately a great deal of other matters to attend to during the day matters which he didn't want to think about anymore than he really had to. 

A small sigh escape from the young man's lips as he moved towards the small playground meant for kids. "So annoying..." Michael muttered aloud with no one around he didn't really have much of a need to pretend like he was anybody but his actual self.Though he soon found that acting was something he might have to do again as the sound of footsteps filled his ears, and turned his attention to the area behind him a figure moving closer towards him in the distance. He readjusted his footing and let one hand remove itself from his pocket going towards his waist which had three vials of a silver liquid, he hand grabbed hold of one of them ready to pop open the lid of the vial just in case whatever was coming his way was an Oni. Though as it got closer Michael was able to tell it was an actual person and he removed his hand from the vial and began to move, a warm smile suddenly appearing on his face.

"Hello! What bring you out here so late at night?" his voice had suddenly changed pitched becoming much more friendly than when he had been previously talking to himself. It was time play his little game see if this stranger had anything to offer him in the long term, if not then oh well he'd at least have a little fun while waiting for an Oni to show up.

NOTES

Sorry it sucks man!

RICOCHET

[HYUNWOO BAEK]

CRASHING IN AND breaking you to bits

    The moon was following his back. But the icy feeling of being watched from afar wasn’t a stranger to him. Faces, too timid to look directly into his unwavering scowl—or was it just plain determination?—would pass, then blur into unintelligible palettes. It wasn’t that he was ugly. Or at least, he thought of himself as decent-looking. It was more the fact that he exuded a confidence: one that seemed to order everyone to stand back, to sit down and to admire from afar.

    However, despite his heavy gait and the way it swung his towering body, he couldn’t help but feel for a hand in the cold, empty front pocket of his hoodie. His hands cradled each other like shivering puppies, borrowing each other's warmth midst the crisp night air. No one would notice, though. No, it couldn't be seen.

    While the moon trailed his steps and even though his condensed, cold breaths gave him minute company, he was happy to be accompanied by his thoughts. The approaching playground seemed perfect, the swings like sirens singing, pleading for him to come as the wind whistled through the chains. 

   Some wandering lights from nearby filled his figure as he heard the chipper voice. It was warm. Something out of place in the suffering loneliness of the dark. "'Ey, I could ask you the same thing." A smile lifted the end of his words, a lilt mirroring the man's before him. He quickly withdrew his hands out of his pocket, the air stinging his exposed skin. He tightened his toque over his hair and stood loosely before unceremoniously cracking his neck, supporting his jaw with his arm. "Sorry, bad habit. Say, down to swing?"

    He gestured to the swings with his elbow, his bulky figure making his movements seem deceptively grander. "It'd be fun, yea? Come on. Name's Hyun." 


OOC: NO IT'S NOT BAD WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT PFBBLT

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