DUO ✦ INBOX (un: yjh)

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DUONET ID: yjh

"Leave your name and message."

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during soultinder

[pyojeol]

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Why are you sending this to me?

[pyojeol]

this is important information that u should know

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[ i hate that to survive the star stream joonghyuk prob has to know omegaverse ]

He's wrong.

un: blaiddyd

[paraselenes]

Hello.

I'm to understand that you handle all the cooking for the building, correct?

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Yes.

Who is this?

[paraselenes]

[ he needs to go back to signing his messages... ]

Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd. We have met on a few fair occasions now. Forgive me if I did not introduce myself.

[ maybe they were too busy electrocuting each other? hm. ]

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[ cursed to full naming again... ]

Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd.

What were you going to say?

12/3

[pyojeol]

ur in charge of rent this month

[hi yjh]

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What did you do?

[pyojeol]

NOTHING this isnt my fault i didnt do shit
i just cant touch money rite now

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What happens when you do?

you get a dec thread too ★ un: uri9158

[reignite]

[ The Constellation, ‘Demon-like Judge of Fire’, is curious about your current whereabouts. ]

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I'm out in the markets.

What do you need?

[reignite]

[ The Constellation, ‘Demon-like Judge of Fire’, says to wait there! ]

[ because she's coming to find you :creature: wherever this dark brooding emo man is at, she's coming right on over. ]

I wanted to discuss something with you and it felt better to do it in person..

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[ Joonghyuk really is here in the markets, more in casual clothing but still with his sword hanging off of his hip. When he Senses her, he turns over.

And wait for her to tell him what she wanted to discuss? It must be important? ]

😚

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[ BURSTS INTO JOONGHYUK'S ROOM

There's a sprite resting on Dokja's head, looking very pleased with itself, while the man below it huffs and puffs black smoke with every breath. He looks frazzled, like he's at his wit's end and very much like he wants to strangle the stupid creature that's been making his life so much harder ever since he walked under that stupid mistletoe. ]

Is my phone in here?

:voiduh:

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[ Joonghyuk is reading a book! Not a fictional one, but one on botany... Maybe farming Netherworld produce. Looking up, his eyebrows furrow for a number of reasons—Dokja didn't knock and there's a sprite on his head.

The sprite receives a narrow leer, threatening, but Joonghyuk's gaze softens when Dokja asks a stupid question. ]

Why would it be?

[ Not like Joonghyuk would steal it. Maybe. Okay, he would, but he wouldn't try to hide it. Anyway, going to point out the obvious. ]

You have a sprite.

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[ Don't mind as Dokja starts looking around, rummaging through some things, lifting up objects to check under them, and trying his best not to ransack the place despite wanting to.

It has to be in here... ]

I know, [ he replies as he continues searching, tone thoroughly exasperated. ] I walked under some mistletoe and now this thing is hiding my belongings.

[ Reaches up to try and flick its face but the sprite just disappears and reappears floating above his head. ]

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[ He does not approve of Dokja scouring his room, but as long as the man places the items back where they belong he doesn't audible complain. ]

There's a chance that it hid your phone with its magic. Have you tried threatening it?

[ The sprite stares at Joonghyuk with big eyes before... Poof? Suddenly a shrub of mistletoe sprouts from the ceiling. Upon seeing this, his gaze narrows and sharpens at the little fairy. With a abrupt clap, his book closes and is put aside before he takes a stand. His hand hovers over the hilt of his sword and the very next moment the blade shines by warm light.

What is he looking so serious and intimidating for? He is walking up to Dokja with the same air he normally has, sword in hand. ]

a tag labelled "break glass in case of crau"

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[ at some point in December, there is a gift left outside the door to Yoo Joonghyuk's bedroom: a neatly folded handkerchief made of black silk with a flower and his initials embroidered on it. laid atop the handkerchief is a small, plain card, a message written on it in elegant calligraphy that reads: ]

Dear Yoo Joonghyuk,

Merry Christmas! This is a gift to show my gratitude, so please don't feel burdened by it. I won't be upset if you throw it away.

Love,
Rudbeckia de Borgia ♡

[ inside the folded handkerchief is another slip of paper that provides the name of the flower and its symbolism, along with a sheepish footnote: I'm sure everyone must be a little tired of flowers at the moment, but I hope this can be a positive association. ]

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[ Knocks on Joonghyuk's dorm door....

Prepare to be greeted by the sight of one very sopping wet Kim Dokja, hair plastered to his head, bangs in his eyes, and clothes completely drenched. There's even an impressive puddle forming at his feet from all the water dripping off of him.

Sometimes, somehow, your room springs a leak. ]

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[ If Dokja wasn't a drenched rat, Joonghyuk would have instantly shut the door at his face. Instead, he opens it... Staring at him with a deep frown. Crossing his arms, he leans against the doorway.

Waiting.

In Silence.

Blocking the way.

Explanation. Now. ]

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[ YOU'RE GOING TO LEAVE HIM STANDING HERE?

SHIVERING AND COLD? ]

Yoo Joonghyuk...

[ Is he ready for this explanation? ]

Can I come inside?

[ Just kidding, what explanation. ]

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So you can leave a trail of puddles where I sleep?

[ His accusation doesn't have much bite to it, but there seems to be mild resentment nevertheless.

And yet... He offers him his hand. Ominous, when he hasn't moved aside. I forgot to also mention Joonghyuk, like Dokja, is... Wet. His clothes are wet. His hair is wet. There is nothing dry about wavy black strands clinging onto his face, fabric to skin, and droplets running down his strong jaw.

However, looking past him, it doesn't seem like the space is leaking yet. ]