well, exactly what it says on the tin! i’m moving blogs! what with tumblr’s new update and posts getting flagged that i have no patience tracking down and me scrapping a whole bunch of muses whose tags clutter this blog here, it’s just the easiest solution for me. now, the new blog will be… a little more private. it’s got a lot to do with anxiety and this fast dash and “big” number of followers messing with it pretty badly. nothing personal, really. i just need room to breathe? yeah. chances are big that if we were mutuals on here and we were writing or have written before, i’ll follow on the new blog, too. so. yay? anyway, the new blog is here. see you guys on there!
well, exactly what it says on the tin! i’m moving blogs! what with tumblr’s new update and posts getting flagged that i have no patience tracking down and me scrapping a whole bunch of muses whose tags clutter this blog here, it’s just the easiest solution for me. now, the new blog will be… a little more private. it’s got a lot to do with anxiety and this fast dash and “big” number of followers messing with it pretty badly. nothing personal, really. i just need room to breathe? yeah. chances are big that if we were mutuals on here and we were writing or have written before, i’ll follow on the new blog, too. so. yay? anyway, the new blog is here. see you guys on there!
well, exactly what it says on the tin! i’m moving blogs! what with tumblr’s new update and posts getting flagged that i have no patience tracking down and me scrapping a whole bunch of muses whose tags clutter this blog here, it’s just the easiest solution for me. now, the new blog will be… a little more private. it’s got a lot to do with anxiety and this fast dash and “big” number of followers messing with it pretty badly. nothing personal, really. i just need room to breathe? yeah. chances are big that if we were mutuals on here and we were writing or have written before, i’ll follow on the new blog, too. so. yay? anyway, the new blog is here. see you guys on there!
well, exactly what it says on the tin! i’m moving blogs! what with tumblr’s new update and posts getting flagged that i have no patience tracking down and me scrapping a whole bunch of muses whose tags clutter this blog here, it’s just the easiest solution for me. now, the new blog will be… a little more private. it’s got a lot to do with anxiety and this fast dash and “big” number of followers messing with it pretty badly. nothing personal, really. i just need room to breathe? yeah. chances are big that if we were mutuals on here and we were writing or have written before, i’ll follow on the new blog, too. so. yay? anyway, the new blog is here. see you guys on there!
He heaves a soft sigh while looking back and forth between Qiaomeng and Jiseok. Somehow, he really feels like a parent scolding their child, even though he’s fully aware, too, that neither of them is actually doing anything wrong - which is also the reason why it’s so difficult to actually stay mad at them. “… at least try then, please?” Kiryu finally relents, though it’s obvious how much he hopes that things won’t escalate when they meet Xander for the first time. It might be today, or not until next year.
Either way, Kiryu’s glad that he’s had a chance to talk to the other two in advance about it. “I agree with Meng that he has some issues, but that’s something the two of them have to figure out together - and probably with professional help too. As of a current, the rest of us doesn’t even know Xander, so our hands are pretty much tied.” His gaze finally settles on Jiseok again, who still looks anything but happy at the mere possibility of Yojae bringing Xander along. “… c’mon, G-chan. You’ll scare Kieran away if you look like that the whole day - and that would be a shame, wouldn’t it?”
“Shouldn’t you be worried about that guy scaring him away?” Jiseok retorts against better judgment. Qiaomeng and Kiryu have both made their opinions clear and seem unwilling to let go. And it makes sense, too, seeing as how Yojae is the one who’d probably take it all to heart if any of them acted overly skeptical. He simply can’t help it. Even if it makes him look like a petulant child. Qiaomeng reaches over to ruffle his hair with a hum in his throat. “Stubborn brat. Y’mean well, but it’s not gonna look good. Do it fer Yojae.” A few beats of silence pass before Jiseok throws his hands in the air. Through a defeated groan, he says, “Okay! All right! Fine. But the second he says or does something shitty, I’m socking him in the face.” As expected, Qiaomeng flashes him an approving grin.
