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( It's late when Dae-Jung comes home. That's not all that surprising considering most of his contacts prefer to meet in the dead of night. The perils of fencing stolen goods, nobody wants to do it at the beach or at Starbucks or somewhere fun. Beggars can't be choosers though.

Tonight the hour isn't bothering him, in fact he's pretty giddy all things considered. He sweeps his arms out dramatically, rocking on the balls of his feet. ) Presents!

( His backpack gets dumped in front of whoever's around, upended so the contents spill out. There's the usual supplies - stuff he picks up that he knows people need - but there's also a fuck ton of glittery shiny objects. Decorations. Because guess what fuckers, it's Halloween. )

I'm not allowed to use the ladder after last time, so someone's gonna have to help me with this.

( And with that he's popping some pumpkin head boppers on top of his hair and grinning. )

( By now, the sight of Dae-Jung being somewhat underdressed shouldn't surprise anyone. At least today he's remembered to pick up his boxer shorts off the bedroom floor, so he's not fully on show. But they still do nothing to make him decent. Especially not with the sex bruises. But oh well.

Dae's currently leaning out the back door as far as he can, a cigarette in one hand and a box of cereal tucked under the other arm. Usually he doesn't smoke inside, but also he doesn't want to lose his nipples today, so it's a precarious balancing act on one foot, directing the fumes away from the house. Every so often he holds the butt between his lips and reaches in to get cereal which provokes another fumbling exchange trying to get it into his mouth and not drop anything.

It's only a matter of time before he does though. )

Oh no, marshmallows!

( He's not drunk, but he is definitely in that nice little space after a few drinks where everything is soft and warm around him. Dae is lounging over his bed, a bottle of something expensive and purloined on the sheets, music drifting from speakers across the room. He is also only wearing a pair of cat ears on top of his head, but hey he's a grown man and if he wants to wear a headband he can damn well do so.

Also clothes are annoying when drinking.

When he hears a noise in the hallway though, he directs his sunny smile and attention to whoever's wandering past. ) Wait! Come and pet me. I'll give you booze.

( He has a Need. )

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[ junsu stops in his tracks and looks at dae, properly this time.

well then. ]

You look like someone that's had too much to drink, but you haven't had that much, have you?

[ Here comes the toga king, clutching his sheet around himself. Someday, he's going to level up to blankets. ]

Oh no is right- [ he says, mourning with Dae about the poor marshmallows. ] Want some help? I can hold the box!

[ A pair of his arms wiggle eagerly in the direction of said cereal box. ]

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