Realistic or Modern about noon

[class=whole] width:450px; margin:auto; [/class] [div class=whole][class=allpeachy] height:220px; width:200px; background:#fff; border:1px solid #000; border-radius:5px; float:left; [/class] [div class=allpeachy][class=closeit] height:20px; width:20px; background:#000; border-right:1px solid #fff; color:#fff; font-size:10px; float:left; text-align:center; line-height:20px; [/class] [class=beau] height:20px; width:179px; background:#000; border-right:1px solid #fff; color:#fff; font-size:8px; font-weight:800; line-height:20px; float:left; border:0px solid #fff; botder-top-right-radius:5px; text-transform:uppercase; [/class] [div class=closeit]X[/div][div class=beau][/div] [class=sinyang] height:180px; width:180px; background:url('https://66.media.tumblr.com/aea79855ee38e7ddb3fd05fbd3fb41e1/tumblr_porwzqJvBd1x81mb3o8_250.png'); background-size:100%; float:left; margin:10px 10px;[/class] [div class=sinyang][/div] [script class=sinyang on=click] fadeIn 800 post [/script] [script class=closeit on=click] fadeOut 800 post [/script] [class name=closeit state=hover] background:#bb4433; transition-duration:0.6s; cursor:pointer; [/class] [class name=sinyang state=hover] transition-duration:0.6s; cursor:pointer; [/class] [/div] [class=post] height:220px; width:200px; border:1px solid #000; border-radius:5px; background:#fff; display:none; float:left; margin:30px -50px; [/class] [div class=post][class=container] width:200px; height:190px; float:left; margin:0px 0px; overflow:hidden; color:#000; font-size:12px; font-family:'Lato'; text-align:justify; line-height:13px; [/class] [class=scrollbar] width:105%; height:190px; float:left; margin:10px 10px; overflow-y:scroll; [/class] [class=textbox] width:92%; [/class][div class=container][div class=scrollbar][div class=textbox] Sin Yang had been speaking to him through a screen for the past few years, staying up till 3:00 am and falling asleep on top of his laptop. He felt he knew the other well enough, but in reality, he didn’t. They had never met in real life. Perhaps that was because they were continents apart and plane tickets were quite pricey. But, these circumstances raised questions from his hounding mother and trying to explain to her that he was going to the airport to pick Jason up alarmed the hell out of her.

“Really, Sin Yang?” The woman questioned, her voice filled with disappointment. “This is dangerous -- Someone you’ve never met in real life? Their whole persona could be a facade.” She even had the audacity to bring up how Jason being a foreigner affected their relationship. Her words only pushed him to visit the airport even more. The most rebellious thing he had ever done was get his nose pierced, so this behavior was brand new.

But, of course, he left without her approval. He was old enough to live on his own, how was she supposed to stop him? He could drive himself, doing everything himself, but she still kept holding onto him like he was a five-year-old. It was patronizing, the way she wouldn’t let him go. He couldn’t blame her though, could he? She was just worried for him, especially with his hearing slowly deteriorating. She had to face the facts, eventually, he’d move out, and maybe that day was a lot closer than she originally planned for. His departure from home was impending.

The young man stood at the gate of the airport and stared into the mass of people. His hands felt clammy as he held them together, and he felt like he was almost shaking. It was like the butterflies in his stomach were overflowing. His mother’s words were repeating in his head like a broken record; what if Jason was different? He bit his lips cautiously as he averted his eyes from the crowd and down to his phone. He needed a good distraction from the current situation, and his cousin’s texts were the only thing the diverted his attention.

He felt out of place; he felt his limbs were too long and like his hair was too blonde. Were his eyes too big or too small? Was his nose too button-like? He chewed on his bottom lip, wincing as it stung and the taste of metallic salt touched his taste buds. Gross. If he wasn’t already standing out, the blood would do it. houseplant

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[class=whole] width:450px; margin:auto; [/class] [div class=whole][class=allpeachy] height:220px; width:200px; background:#fff; border:1px solid #000; border-radius:5px; float:left; [/class] [div class=allpeachy][class=closeit] height:20px; width:20px; background:#000; border-right:1px solid #fff; color:#fff; font-size:10px; float:left; text-align:center; line-height:20px; [/class] [class=beau] height:20px; width:179px; background:#000; border-right:1px solid #fff; color:#fff; font-size:8px; font-weight:800; line-height:20px; float:left; border:0px solid #fff; botder-top-right-radius:5px; text-transform:uppercase; [/class] [div class=closeit]X[/div][div class=beau][/div] [class=sinyang] height:180px; width:180px; background:url('https://66.media.tumblr.com/aea79855ee38e7ddb3fd05fbd3fb41e1/tumblr_porwzqJvBd1x81mb3o8_250.png'); background-size:100%; float:left; margin:10px 10px;[/class] [div class=sinyang][/div] [script class=sinyang on=click] fadeIn 800 post [/script] [script class=closeit on=click] fadeOut 800 post [/script] [class name=closeit state=hover] background:#bb4433; transition-duration:0.6s; cursor:pointer; [/class] [class name=sinyang state=hover] transition-duration:0.6s; cursor:pointer; [/class] [/div] [class=post] height:220px; width:200px; border:1px solid #000; border-radius:5px; background:#fff; display:none; float:left; margin:30px -50px; [/class] [div class=post][class=container] width:200px; height:190px; float:left; margin:0px 0px; overflow:hidden; color:#000; font-size:12px; font-family:'Lato'; text-align:justify; line-height:13px; [/class] [class=scrollbar] width:105%; height:190px; float:left; margin:10px 10px; overflow-y:scroll; [/class] [class=textbox] width:92%; [/class][div class=container][div class=scrollbar][div class=textbox] Sin Yang glanced up from his cellular device as Jason’s voice calling his name alerted his weak ears. It was difficult to hear anything over the overpowering, muffled voices of everyone around him. It was like each voice was combining together as one. But, as his eyes landed on Jason, his emotionless expression left his countenance and was replaced with a bright smile. That smile began to slowly falter as he was picked up by the much shorter male.

He didn’t like being picked up, it felt unstable and wobbly. And the spin made the whole action even more anxiety-inducing. But, what was even worse was the many judging eyes that fell on top of them. It wasn’t every day you saw a scene like this between two men, but he swore they were only friends. Yes, he was a cuddly, sleepy person, but at home not in public. PDA of any kind always freaked him out.

He didn’t know what to say now that they were face to face. He could reach out and touch him, and he already had. But the words forming in his head never seemed right no matter what variation he came up with. “Uh, hi?” Okay, such a mundane greeting sounded much stupider out loud, and he mentally frowned. “Your flight, how was it?” He wanted to mention how he had never been on a plane, and how the idea of flying freaked him out, but he didn’t. Too much speaking could be awkward… awkward… AWKWARD.

The tall male reached down to grab one of Jason’s bags of luggage, wanting to subtly show affection for the time being. His car, well his mother’s car, was parked outside in the airport parking lot. He managed to score a great parking spot close the main entrance, and he felt quite proud of himself. He never drove much, in fact, he never left the house in general unless he was invited out by friends. This was one of the rare occasions where he went out on his own.

“Uh, by the way, my car is out in the lot, so…um...” He trailed off, not really knowing how to continue the sentence, embarrassingly enough. Why couldn’t he just close his eyes and pretend like they were on video chat? How and why was is it so much different? “Are you staying at a hotel or have you already found a place?” He asked. houseplant

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[class=whole] width:450px; margin:auto; [/class] [div class=whole][class=allpeachy] height:220px; width:200px; background:#fff; border:1px solid #000; border-radius:5px; float:left; [/class] [div class=allpeachy][class=closeit] height:20px; width:20px; background:#000; border-right:1px solid #fff; color:#fff; font-size:10px; float:left; text-align:center; line-height:20px; [/class] [class=beau] height:20px; width:179px; background:#000; border-right:1px solid #fff; color:#fff; font-size:8px; font-weight:800; line-height:20px; float:left; border:0px solid #fff; botder-top-right-radius:5px; text-transform:uppercase; [/class] [div class=closeit]X[/div][div class=beau][/div] [class=sinyang] height:180px; width:180px; background:url('https://66.media.tumblr.com/aea79855ee38e7ddb3fd05fbd3fb41e1/tumblr_porwzqJvBd1x81mb3o8_250.png'); background-size:100%; float:left; margin:10px 10px;[/class] [div class=sinyang][/div] [script class=sinyang on=click] fadeIn 800 post [/script] [script class=closeit on=click] fadeOut 800 post [/script] [class name=closeit state=hover] background:#bb4433; transition-duration:0.6s; cursor:pointer; [/class] [class name=sinyang state=hover] transition-duration:0.6s; cursor:pointer; [/class] [/div] [class=post] height:220px; width:200px; border:1px solid #000; border-radius:5px; background:#fff; display:none; float:left; margin:30px -50px; [/class] [div class=post][class=container] width:200px; height:190px; float:left; margin:0px 0px; overflow:hidden; color:#000; font-size:12px; font-family:'Lato'; text-align:justify; line-height:13px; [/class] [class=scrollbar] width:105%; height:190px; float:left; margin:10px 10px; overflow-y:scroll; [/class] [class=textbox] width:92%; [/class][div class=container][div class=scrollbar][div class=textbox] Sin Yang supposed being tall had its perks, but at the same time, he wished he wasn’t that tall. Most people had to crane their necks to look up at him. Sure, most girls found it as an attractive aspect, but unfortunately, he wasn’t too interested in the ladies. Most people gawked when they found out he was nearly 190cm. And, he often got compared to a skyscraper. He always felt conflicted when some said that to him. Was it a compliment or not? But, for once, he could tell it was a compliment or perhaps just an envious comment. Regardless of its true nature, Jason’s words made the tall male happy.

Once outside, his hearing became a bit clearer. There were no more muffled voices blocking his ears, and he didn’t constantly look over at Jason’s lips to read them. The only difficult part of being outside was when the occasional plane would fly overhead. But, could anyone hear when they were surfing the sky?

Nodding as Jason spoke, he admired the adultness he was portraying. He was almost jealous. He’d like to do the same, well minus the moving to a whole new country bit, but something kept him attached to his parents’ house. Perhaps it was a fear of the real world and not having a parental figure to guide him throughout life. He didn’t know. “That’s cool,” He complimented. “Aren’t you worried though? At all?” He paused. “You know to leave home.” He thought if Jason was somewhat confident in his ability to live alone maybe he would too.

But as the question turned towards him, he began to feel sort of shy. “Me?” He muttered. Where would he begin? He got into an argument with his mother and left her disapproving glare to pick up Jason with her car. “Fine, I guess,” He shrugged. “Nothing really happened.” Liar. Well, he felt he had to lie. He couldn’t blatantly say, ‘My mom really does like the idea of you and thinks you’re probably some personality catfish.’ Besides, he was feeling better since he had seen Jason in person.

His mother’s car was some 2007, silver Toyota she had gotten a few prior used. It wasn’t the cool, high-tech cars with cameras in the back, but it worked really well for a twelve-year-old car. It was parked a few spots down from the handicap spots generally pretty close to the front of the airport. He unlocked the car with the button on the keychain. Once they reached the silver car, baking in the high sun, he popped the trunk as a place to the store the luggage. “Can just put your stuff in here,” He explained as he placed the bag down into the car trunk. He shut it as soon as all the luggage was safely stored away.

“Just got my license last week, so if we crash you know why,” He joked as he walked around to the driver’s seat. He felt he was beginning to warm up to the idea of Jason physically being there. houseplant

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[class=whole] width:450px; margin:auto; [/class] [div class=whole][class=allpeachy] height:220px; width:200px; background:#fff; border:1px solid #000; border-radius:5px; float:left; [/class] [div class=allpeachy][class=closeit] height:20px; width:20px; background:#000; border-right:1px solid #fff; color:#fff; font-size:10px; float:left; text-align:center; line-height:20px; [/class] [class=beau] height:20px; width:179px; background:#000; border-right:1px solid #fff; color:#fff; font-size:8px; font-weight:800; line-height:20px; float:left; border:0px solid #fff; botder-top-right-radius:5px; text-transform:uppercase; [/class] [div class=closeit]X[/div][div class=beau][/div] [class=sinyang] height:180px; width:180px; background:url('https://66.media.tumblr.com/aea79855ee38e7ddb3fd05fbd3fb41e1/tumblr_porwzqJvBd1x81mb3o8_250.png'); background-size:100%; float:left; margin:10px 10px;[/class] [div class=sinyang][/div] [script class=sinyang on=click] fadeIn 800 post [/script] [script class=closeit on=click] fadeOut 800 post [/script] [class name=closeit state=hover] background:#bb4433; transition-duration:0.6s; cursor:pointer; [/class] [class name=sinyang state=hover] transition-duration:0.6s; cursor:pointer; [/class] [/div] [class=post] height:220px; width:200px; border:1px solid #000; border-radius:5px; background:#fff; display:none; float:left; margin:30px -50px; [/class] [div class=post][class=container] width:200px; height:190px; float:left; margin:0px 0px; overflow:hidden; color:#000; font-size:12px; font-family:'Lato'; text-align:justify; line-height:13px; [/class] [class=scrollbar] width:105%; height:190px; float:left; margin:10px 10px; overflow-y:scroll; [/class] [class=textbox] width:92%; [/class][div class=container][div class=scrollbar][div class=textbox]The grocery store was sort of a new scenery for Sin Yang considering the fact that he hadn’t been to one in a few years. His mom did the grocery shopping herself. It did seem like he was a rather spoiled son, but that wasn’t the whole truth. He struggled with leaving the house and speaking to people in general. It had been like that since he was a youngin. He could easily recall back to a home video of him standing the corner of his own birthday party, watching all his classmates play while he just sat there and cried. When his mother asked the question why, through his tears, he claimed he didn’t want anyone to come to his birthday. He cried on his 5th birthday because there were too many friends.

Sometimes he wondered if he was bound to fall ill that one summer. It was like a gun, pulling a trigger on his social life. And, now he just watches himself bleed out all over the floor. Each day, the sound gets more distant, his sense slowly being stolen from him. How awful. How tragic. His mother would say those phrases often as she spoke with the doctor, while he just sat there and watched pathetically just like he did at the stupid birthday party. How tragic, indeed.

He stayed close to the foreign friend, and subconsciously his arm hooked around the other’s, while he viewed the different cereal options. They didn’t need to go in that aisle, but he had asked for a specific reason. His mother had stopped buying a certain sugary-breakfast food he liked, and he was wondering if it had been canceled. But, no, it was there. He frowned for a few moments as he searched for a reason as to why she’d stop buying it. The price, of course. It wasn’t like they were poor or anything, but the doctor visits were becoming a little more frequent, and they added up. He doubted they were needed, but his mother was so worried for him.

Eyes, he could feel eyes burning into him or maybe that was just him thinking too much. Slowly and subtly, he unhooked his arm from the other’s, not wanting it to seem forced or abrupt. “Nevermind, there’s nothing I want in here,” He explained with a soft shrug. “So,” He began. “What were you planning on cooking?” He asked. God, he felt like he could be so boring sometimes like it was irritable to listen to him. He never had the cool stories like everyone else nor did he have amazing conversation starters. “I want it to be good if you’re going to end up poisoning me,” He joked.

A louder voice interrupted his dark thoughts, it was familiar yet annoying. It was an old friend who didn’t understand the embarrassment or the hearing loss at all. He thought if spoke louder, he’d somehow help him, but he was only pushing him into his shell even more. He raised his voice. It made Sin feel dumb or like some child who knew nothing of the world. “Sin Yang! Long time no see.” Sin’s shoulders slumped as he let out a quiet sigh, and he turned around to face the old friend. His friend’s ignorance was one of the many reasons he stopped speaking to him after high school had ended. houseplant

[/div][/div][/div] [class=love] height:20px; width:200px; background:#000; color:#fff; font-size:8px; font-weight:800; line-height:20px; float:left; margin-top:10px; border:0px solid #fff; border-bottom-radius:5px; botder-top-right-radius:5px; text-transform:uppercase; [/class] [div class=love][/div] [class=mood] height:220px; width:20px; background:#000; float:left; margin-top:-220px; margin-left:-380px; [/class] [div class=mood] [/div] [class=credit] width:100px; font-size:10px; float:left; margin-top:5px; margin-left:-300px; [/class] [div class=credit]code by pasta [/div][/div][/div]

[class=whole] width:450px; margin:auto; [/class] [div class=whole][class=allpeachy] height:220px; width:200px; background:#fff; border:1px solid #000; border-radius:5px; float:left; [/class] [div class=allpeachy][class=closeit] height:20px; width:20px; background:#000; border-right:1px solid #fff; color:#fff; font-size:10px; float:left; text-align:center; line-height:20px; [/class] [class=beau] height:20px; width:179px; background:#000; border-right:1px solid #fff; color:#fff; font-size:8px; font-weight:800; line-height:20px; float:left; border:0px solid #fff; botder-top-right-radius:5px; text-transform:uppercase; [/class] [div class=closeit]X[/div][div class=beau][/div] [class=sinyang] height:180px; width:180px; background:url('https://66.media.tumblr.com/aea79855ee38e7ddb3fd05fbd3fb41e1/tumblr_porwzqJvBd1x81mb3o8_250.png'); background-size:100%; float:left; margin:10px 10px;[/class] [div class=sinyang][/div] [script class=sinyang on=click] fadeIn 800 post [/script] [script class=closeit on=click] fadeOut 800 post [/script] [class name=closeit state=hover] background:#bb4433; transition-duration:0.6s; cursor:pointer; [/class] [class name=sinyang state=hover] transition-duration:0.6s; cursor:pointer; [/class] [/div] [class=post] height:220px; width:200px; border:1px solid #000; border-radius:5px; background:#fff; display:none; float:left; margin:30px -50px; [/class] [div class=post][class=container] width:200px; height:190px; float:left; margin:0px 0px; overflow:hidden; color:#000; font-size:12px; font-family:'Lato'; text-align:justify; line-height:13px; [/class] [class=scrollbar] width:105%; height:190px; float:left; margin:10px 10px; overflow-y:scroll; [/class] [class=textbox] width:92%; [/class][div class=container][div class=scrollbar][div class=textbox]Sin Yang didn’t know how he felt when Jason jumped into the interaction between him and the old friend, nor did he know how to feel when an arm slipped around his waist. If felt a little too possessive for a friend in his opinion, yet he didn’t step away from the other, just kind of stood there pathetically and watched in horror.

The old friend shook the new friend's hand. “Uh, yeah, I am. From school,” The guy explained as he leaned against the shelf. “We actually go way~ back.” If he were so close, why didn’t he know how to shut up? Sin supposed his thoughts were quite bitter, but he couldn’t help it -- He was just annoyed.

“So, Sin,” The old friend said as he turned to him, raising his voice once again. Sin could see his eyes flicker down to their waists. He noticed, and knowing his personality, he’d voice his confusion in that booming voice. “You too are…?” He trailed off as he pressed his two fingers together. “Dating?” The hand gesture was probably more horrifying than the words coming out of his mouth, but not everyone could see that; everyone could hear him though.

He was repelled as he started his old high school buddy. It would’ve been okay if he didn’t practically yell it out to the whole world. “God -- Ji Ho, no,” He quickly spat out as he gestured with his hands. “We’re just friends,” He stated defiantly before crossing his arms. Ji Ho nodded slowly before making an ‘o’ noise with his mouth. “It’s not like that. We’re just close.”

“Hey, sorry, just thought because you are so close.”

That statement made his whole body cringe. Was it really like that? It made him want to go home and hide under the sheets like it was all a bad dream. He wanted to do something other this; even going to the doctor would be better than this. He glanced towards Jason, quickly giving an apologetic look. He felt bad for putting him in this situation. “It’s fine,” He muttered, knowing he was too passive to tell him off for being stupid. “Not your fault." houseplant

[/div][/div][/div] [class=love] height:20px; width:200px; background:#000; color:#fff; font-size:8px; font-weight:800; line-height:20px; float:left; margin-top:10px; border:0px solid #fff; border-bottom-radius:5px; botder-top-right-radius:5px; text-transform:uppercase; [/class] [div class=love][/div] [class=mood] height:220px; width:20px; background:#000; float:left; margin-top:-220px; margin-left:-380px; [/class] [div class=mood] [/div] [class=credit] width:100px; font-size:10px; float:left; margin-top:5px; margin-left:-300px; [/class] [div class=credit]code by pasta [/div][/div][/div]

[class=whole] width:450px; margin:auto; [/class] [div class=whole][class=allpeachy] height:220px; width:200px; background:#fff; border:1px solid #000; border-radius:5px; float:left; [/class] [div class=allpeachy][class=closeit] height:20px; width:20px; background:#000; border-right:1px solid #fff; color:#fff; font-size:10px; float:left; text-align:center; line-height:20px; [/class] [class=beau] height:20px; width:179px; background:#000; border-right:1px solid #fff; color:#fff; font-size:8px; font-weight:800; line-height:20px; float:left; border:0px solid #fff; botder-top-right-radius:5px; text-transform:uppercase; [/class] [div class=closeit]X[/div][div class=beau][/div] [class=sinyang] height:180px; width:180px; background:url('https://66.media.tumblr.com/aea79855ee38e7ddb3fd05fbd3fb41e1/tumblr_porwzqJvBd1x81mb3o8_250.png'); background-size:100%; float:left; margin:10px 10px;[/class] [div class=sinyang][/div] [script class=sinyang on=click] fadeIn 800 post [/script] [script class=closeit on=click] fadeOut 800 post [/script] [class name=closeit state=hover] background:#bb4433; transition-duration:0.6s; cursor:pointer; [/class] [class name=sinyang state=hover] transition-duration:0.6s; cursor:pointer; [/class] [/div] [class=post] height:220px; width:200px; border:1px solid #000; border-radius:5px; background:#fff; display:none; float:left; margin:30px -50px; [/class] [div class=post][class=container] width:200px; height:190px; float:left; margin:0px 0px; overflow:hidden; color:#000; font-size:12px; font-family:'Lato'; text-align:justify; line-height:13px; [/class] [class=scrollbar] width:105%; height:190px; float:left; margin:10px 10px; overflow-y:scroll; [/class] [class=textbox] width:92%; [/class][div class=container][div class=scrollbar][div class=textbox]Yeah, why couldn’t men be close without it being gay? Jason had a great point, and it shut the loud male up for a few moments. “They can, they can,” Ji Ho said, frantically shaking his hands. “It’s just you don’t er… see stuff like this very often without any romantic intention.”

Sin removed his attention from the moron in front of him and put it on Jason. He smiled fondly for a few moments before nodding. “Yeah, I figured we had to go soon.” He turned to the old friend to explain their situation when he began speaking once again. But, it wasn’t some lame comment, it was a question, asking about something rather personal.

“Hey, bud, how’s your hearing doing?” Ji Ho paused before stepping further to place his hand on his Sin’s shoulder. “It’s been a while and I’ve been thinking about it lately.” They just discussed leaving moments prior, and he was still talking. He was incredibly stupid and it baffled him. Not to mention the stupid guy was bringing up something he failed to let Jason in on.

He was on his final straw.

“You’re so dumb,” He replied meekly with a frown as he mentally face-palmed, but the old friend’s face had a look of happiness and amusement. He had just insulted him, yet he took it as a compliment.

“There! There’s the real Sin I remember. You were acting so weird, I thought you had gotten a lobotomy or something.” And with that, Ji Ho patted his shoulder, called him buddy, said goodbye and wandered off down the aisle. But, he came back to quickly shake Jason’s hand. "Ah, Jason, so nice to meet you." So he was insane too? And, then finally, he was out of his life once again. It was liberating. Sin turned back and watched him walk off and grab a few cereal boxes on his way past the colorful shelves.

He felt his brain shut like a clam as he just stood there, replaying the embarrassing interaction like rewinding an episode of Return of Superman his mother watched. If he has to hear one more baby cry, he’s going to blow a lid. He dropped his head slightly, already feeling mentally exhausted. “I had a lot of annoying friends at school,” He shrugged before slightly shaking his head. Sure, he had graduated last year, but it felt like ages since he had last seen any of them. They were erased from his thoughts as soon as he heard the final ring of the bell. houseplant

[/div][/div][/div] [class=love] height:20px; width:200px; background:#000; color:#fff; font-size:8px; font-weight:800; line-height:20px; float:left; margin-top:10px; border:0px solid #fff; border-bottom-radius:5px; botder-top-right-radius:5px; text-transform:uppercase; [/class] [div class=love][/div] [class=mood] height:220px; width:20px; background:#000; float:left; margin-top:-220px; margin-left:-380px; [/class] [div class=mood] [/div] [class=credit] width:100px; font-size:10px; float:left; margin-top:5px; margin-left:-300px; [/class] [div class=credit]code by pasta [/div][/div][/div]

[class=whole] width:450px; margin:auto; [/class] [div class=whole][class=allpeachy] height:220px; width:200px; background:#fff; border:1px solid #000; border-radius:5px; float:left; [/class] [div class=allpeachy][class=closeit] height:20px; width:20px; background:#000; border-right:1px solid #fff; color:#fff; font-size:10px; float:left; text-align:center; line-height:20px; [/class] [class=beau] height:20px; width:179px; background:#000; border-right:1px solid #fff; color:#fff; font-size:8px; font-weight:800; line-height:20px; float:left; border:0px solid #fff; botder-top-right-radius:5px; text-transform:uppercase; [/class] [div class=closeit]X[/div][div class=beau][/div] [class=sinyang] height:180px; width:180px; background:url('https://66.media.tumblr.com/aea79855ee38e7ddb3fd05fbd3fb41e1/tumblr_porwzqJvBd1x81mb3o8_250.png'); background-size:100%; float:left; margin:10px 10px;[/class] [div class=sinyang][/div] [script class=sinyang on=click] fadeIn 800 post [/script] [script class=closeit on=click] fadeOut 800 post [/script] [class name=closeit state=hover] background:#bb4433; transition-duration:0.6s; cursor:pointer; [/class] [class name=sinyang state=hover] transition-duration:0.6s; cursor:pointer; [/class] [/div] [class=post] height:220px; width:200px; border:1px solid #000; border-radius:5px; background:#fff; display:none; float:left; margin:30px -50px; [/class] [div class=post][class=container] width:200px; height:190px; float:left; margin:0px 0px; overflow:hidden; color:#000; font-size:12px; font-family:'Lato'; text-align:justify; line-height:13px; [/class] [class=scrollbar] width:105%; height:190px; float:left; margin:10px 10px; overflow-y:scroll; [/class] [class=textbox] width:92%; [/class][div class=container][div class=scrollbar][div class=textbox]Sin Yang fell silent as he toyed with the sleeve of his gray pullover, gently tugging on a loose string. He tried to swap the subject, tried to grasp a thread that would get him out of this situation, but it seemed to no avail. He swallowed almost nervously as he looked towards Jason. He entertained the idea of telling the whole truth, but he couldn’t. It would just worry Jason too much, and he felt if someone like him knew, it would be his parents all over again. So he didn’t say anything for a few moments, rather tepid before shrugging to buy himself more time to think.

“It’s really nothing.” He reassured. “It’s just,” He paused for a few moments. “It happened so long ago.” Well considering your stance on time, three years could be so long ago. But, for Sin, it felt so recent. It felt like yesterday when he fell ill, only to recover and find out he was losing an important sense. It felt like yesterday when any beverage tasted like dead water or any meal tasted stale. All felt like it had happened the previous day.

As they walked further down the aisle, he eyed a few lurid food products before the friend holding his wrist spoke again. Such sweet, kind words, they almost brought a soft smile to his lips, but he stopped himself -- he was lying through his teeth. He really didn’t deserve Jason in the slightest. He forced a fake smile before nodding slowly. “Yeah, don’t worry, I know that.” He wanted to wilt away, drain into one of the eye-exhausting cereal boxes and melt into their tiny wheat loops. It felt so wrong to hide something from his supposed best friend.

He didn’t say much afterward until they reached the meat aisle. But, he figured saying nothing was the norm for him. Sometimes he just forgot to talk. Other times he was thinking about something, so words never formed in his mouth. It was one of those moments. His thoughts were clouded. He knew he was going to get caught in his “white” lie, but he couldn’t confess now. How awful, why was he like this? He was dumber than Ji Ho.

He picked up a styrofoam tray covered with thick, clear plastic and examined it. “Would you use something like this?” He questioned as he held it out towards Jason. “It’d be for the stew, I guess.” He glanced back at the meat section. “There’s also a few things that would probably work for bbq, but I wouldn’t know,” He chuckled lightly. “Never had it before.” houseplant

[/div][/div][/div] [class=love] height:20px; width:200px; background:#000; color:#fff; font-size:8px; font-weight:800; line-height:20px; float:left; margin-top:10px; border:0px solid #fff; border-bottom-radius:5px; botder-top-right-radius:5px; text-transform:uppercase; [/class] [div class=love][/div] [class=mood] height:220px; width:20px; background:#000; float:left; margin-top:-220px; margin-left:-380px; [/class] [div class=mood] [/div] [class=credit] width:100px; font-size:10px; float:left; margin-top:5px; margin-left:-300px; [/class] [div class=credit]code by pasta [/div][/div][/div]

[class=whole] width:450px; margin:auto; [/class] [div class=whole][class=allpeachy] height:220px; width:200px; background:#fff; border:1px solid #000; border-radius:5px; float:left; [/class] [div class=allpeachy][class=closeit] height:20px; width:20px; background:#000; border-right:1px solid #fff; color:#fff; font-size:10px; float:left; text-align:center; line-height:20px; [/class] [class=beau] height:20px; width:179px; background:#000; border-right:1px solid #fff; color:#fff; font-size:8px; font-weight:800; line-height:20px; float:left; border:0px solid #fff; botder-top-right-radius:5px; text-transform:uppercase; [/class] [div class=closeit]X[/div][div class=beau][/div] [class=sinyang] height:180px; width:180px; background:url('https://66.media.tumblr.com/aea79855ee38e7ddb3fd05fbd3fb41e1/tumblr_porwzqJvBd1x81mb3o8_250.png'); background-size:100%; float:left; margin:10px 10px;[/class] [div class=sinyang][/div] [script class=sinyang on=click] fadeIn 800 post [/script] [script class=closeit on=click] fadeOut 800 post [/script] [class name=closeit state=hover] background:#bb4433; transition-duration:0.6s; cursor:pointer; [/class] [class name=sinyang state=hover] transition-duration:0.6s; cursor:pointer; [/class] [/div] [class=post] height:220px; width:200px; border:1px solid #000; border-radius:5px; background:#fff; display:none; float:left; margin:30px -50px; [/class] [div class=post][class=container] width:200px; height:190px; float:left; margin:0px 0px; overflow:hidden; color:#000; font-size:12px; font-family:'Lato'; text-align:justify; line-height:13px; [/class] [class=scrollbar] width:105%; height:190px; float:left; margin:10px 10px; overflow-y:scroll; [/class] [class=textbox] width:92%; [/class][div class=container][div class=scrollbar][div class=textbox]Sin Yang nodded quickly. “Mhm, I’ve never had it before.” He was surprised by Jason’s shock. Was it that mind-boggling that he had to goggle at him? A smile appeared on his countenance as Jason claimed he’d give him the best bbq experience. “You will?” He felt like his mouth was beginning to hurt from genuinely smiling so much. “Well, I’ll hold you to that,” He warned teasingly as he leaned against the cart. He straightened himself up when the foreigner spoke again.

A hand held onto his bicep, which in a way made him rather insecure; he wasn’t a gym junkie like Jason. He was a bed junkie who sometimes forgot to eat and drink for an entire day -- disgusting. He glanced to the side of him at Jason a he made another claim. “Uh, don’t know about that. My mom makes really, really good steak.” He put an emphasis flare on the second ‘really’ and almost looked as the other with a challenging glare.

They entered the instant noodle section of the store after the wandering through the spice aisle. Surprisingly, Sin wasn’t the biggest fan of the ramyeon. You’d expect him to since he never really left the house, and he’s at college age. But, the broth always put him off, and he could never finish a bowl. It was thrown away after the second bite. It always too salty or too spicy -- there was always something wrong. The soup made his nose curl as he hovered over it and steam rose into his nostrils. Perhaps it was because he was a picky eater, and he preferred bread over most food choices.

He let out a relieved sigh as they approached a checkout aisle. Finally, he could let go of this scaring experience. “Am I dropping you off at your hotel or are you really making me an Australian bbq?” He asked with a soft chuckle. Perhaps he would get to try something new rather than eat his mom’s same-old-same-old cooking. She was a great cook, but all her meals had a certain style to it, and after eating it for nineteen something years, it gets old. “Going to blow me away or will just be mediocre cooking?” houseplant

[/div][/div][/div] [class=love] height:20px; width:200px; background:#000; color:#fff; font-size:8px; font-weight:800; line-height:20px; float:left; margin-top:10px; border:0px solid #fff; border-bottom-radius:5px; botder-top-right-radius:5px; text-transform:uppercase; [/class] [div class=love][/div] [class=mood] height:220px; width:20px; background:#000; float:left; margin-top:-220px; margin-left:-380px; [/class] [div class=mood] [/div] [class=credit] width:100px; font-size:10px; float:left; margin-top:5px; margin-left:-300px; [/class] [div class=credit]code by pasta [/div][/div][/div]

[class=whole] width:450px; margin:auto; [/class] [div class=whole][class=allpeachy] height:220px; width:200px; background:#fff; border:1px solid #000; border-radius:5px; float:left; [/class] [div class=allpeachy][class=closeit] height:20px; width:20px; background:#000; border-right:1px solid #fff; color:#fff; font-size:10px; float:left; text-align:center; line-height:20px; [/class] [class=beau] height:20px; width:179px; background:#000; border-right:1px solid #fff; color:#fff; font-size:8px; font-weight:800; line-height:20px; float:left; border:0px solid #fff; botder-top-right-radius:5px; text-transform:uppercase; [/class] [div class=closeit]X[/div][div class=beau][/div] [class=sinyang] height:180px; width:180px; background:url('https://66.media.tumblr.com/aea79855ee38e7ddb3fd05fbd3fb41e1/tumblr_porwzqJvBd1x81mb3o8_250.png'); background-size:100%; float:left; margin:10px 10px;[/class] [div class=sinyang][/div] [script class=sinyang on=click] fadeIn 800 post [/script] [script class=closeit on=click] fadeOut 800 post [/script] [class name=closeit state=hover] background:#bb4433; transition-duration:0.6s; cursor:pointer; [/class] [class name=sinyang state=hover] transition-duration:0.6s; cursor:pointer; [/class] [/div] [class=post] height:220px; width:200px; border:1px solid #000; border-radius:5px; background:#fff; display:none; float:left; margin:30px -50px; [/class] [div class=post][class=container] width:200px; height:190px; float:left; margin:0px 0px; overflow:hidden; color:#000; font-size:12px; font-family:'Lato'; text-align:justify; line-height:13px; [/class] [class=scrollbar] width:105%; height:190px; float:left; margin:10px 10px; overflow-y:scroll; [/class] [class=textbox] width:92%; [/class][div class=container][div class=scrollbar][div class=textbox]The hotel was surprisingly incredible. It did, however, make him wonder how affluent Jason’s family was. They were giving him first class tickets and now this. They must’ve been well off, at least compared to his own family who was slightly struggling all because of him. But with that came consequences, his life was being dictated as if he was a useless puppet. Mentally, he enjoyed raking his parents over the scorching coals, but in reality, he couldn’t live without them, for now at least.

His eyes glittered with interest as he checked out Jason’s room. Although it was a simple, one bedroom, one bath type thing, it still screamed rich loud and clear. After toying with a few of the hotel room’s decor, he approached the curtains and slightly moved one to peek out at the view. It was a nice scene of a portion of the busy city; all the little streets connecting made the city look like a large ant farm or maybe even the lines on waffles. Waffles, right. It seemed like his stomach was taking over his brain.

Could he see his own home from here? It was a little apartment on a busy street; the only apartment with a flower box hung from the window. He stood on his tiptoes for a few moments, believing that would help him see over the tallest buildings blocking his view. He realized, a little too late, that he really couldn’t see his sweet little home. A sigh escaped him, somewhat disappointed.

He continued holding the rough material of the curtain between his fingers before flicking a glance towards the room. Eyes back to the view, he frowned, thinking back to his own room. Perhaps he should tidy up when he got home. His room was beginning to get a little strewn, especially his desk. He figured it was because he spent most of his day hunched over the desktop. It was surprising how he hadn’t become the hunchback of Notre Dame.

After a few moments of staring into the marmalade skies, he turned back towards the room. “It’s nice,” He explained referring to the view. He couldn’t tell if Jason had tried speaking to him; a mixture of being distracted and lack of hearing may have prevented from noticing his friend’s attempts. Although, he just assumed Jason was checking out the pretty room like he was. It was gorgeous, who wouldn’t? houseplant

[/div][/div][/div] [class=love] height:20px; width:200px; background:#000; color:#fff; font-size:8px; font-weight:800; line-height:20px; float:left; margin-top:10px; border:0px solid #fff; border-bottom-radius:5px; botder-top-right-radius:5px; text-transform:uppercase; [/class] [div class=love][/div] [class=mood] height:220px; width:20px; background:#000; float:left; margin-top:-220px; margin-left:-380px; [/class] [div class=mood] [/div] [class=credit] width:100px; font-size:10px; float:left; margin-top:5px; margin-left:-300px; [/class] [div class=credit]code by pasta [/div][/div][/div]

[class=whole] width:450px; margin:auto; [/class] [div class=whole][class=allpeachy] height:220px; width:200px; background:#fff; border:1px solid #000; border-radius:5px; float:left; [/class] [div class=allpeachy][class=closeit] height:20px; width:20px; background:#000; border-right:1px solid #fff; color:#fff; font-size:10px; float:left; text-align:center; line-height:20px; [/class] [class=beau] height:20px; width:179px; background:#000; border-right:1px solid #fff; color:#fff; font-size:8px; font-weight:800; line-height:20px; float:left; border:0px solid #fff; botder-top-right-radius:5px; text-transform:uppercase; [/class] [div class=closeit]X[/div][div class=beau][/div] [class=sinyang] height:180px; width:180px; background:url('https://66.media.tumblr.com/aea79855ee38e7ddb3fd05fbd3fb41e1/tumblr_porwzqJvBd1x81mb3o8_250.png'); background-size:100%; float:left; margin:10px 10px;[/class] [div class=sinyang][/div] [script class=sinyang on=click] fadeIn 800 post [/script] [script class=closeit on=click] fadeOut 800 post [/script] [class name=closeit state=hover] background:#bb4433; transition-duration:0.6s; cursor:pointer; [/class] [class name=sinyang state=hover] transition-duration:0.6s; cursor:pointer; [/class] [/div] [class=post] height:220px; width:200px; border:1px solid #000; border-radius:5px; background:#fff; display:none; float:left; margin:30px -50px; [/class] [div class=post][class=container] width:200px; height:190px; float:left; margin:0px 0px; overflow:hidden; color:#000; font-size:12px; font-family:'Lato'; text-align:justify; line-height:13px; [/class] [class=scrollbar] width:105%; height:190px; float:left; margin:10px 10px; overflow-y:scroll; [/class] [class=textbox] width:92%; [/class][div class=container][div class=scrollbar][div class=textbox]Sin Yang had never cut onions himself, only watched his mother chop them up. She always had tears in her eyes as the knife cut in and out of the vegetable. As a child, he’d always ask why she was crying, but she’d laugh at him and send him back into the living room to watch TV. But, something about her sniffles always seemed real like she was mourning something. She had always been a sensitive person, and he always wondered if she used the onions to mask her inordinate amount of sadness. Sometimes he wondered if that type of unhappiness would frost itself over him like a fresh bed of snow if he ever got married.

But, as he began slicing them up himself, he realized they really do make you tear up. He took a moment to reach up and use the sleeve of the sweater to dab his eyes. His tear ducts were filling up with tears and nearly overflowing like a bathtub with far too much water. He turned the vegetable over to further cutting it up into nice chunks, mimicking his mother’s style. For a second time, he raised his hand to wipe his eyes and a sudden burning sensation filled his iris, quickly spreading to his sclera. He hissed, quickly setting down the blade.

Every time he tried to open his injured eye, he felt a sting like he had a mixture of hot sauce and toothpaste in his glossy orbs. He let out a gawky laugh as he stepped back from the counter. “I touched it -- I got it in my eye.” Although he laughed, there was a string of panic in his voice. He maneuvered around the kitchen half blind to get to the sink, his hands reaching out to the faucet. It was actually quite embarrassing as he thought about it while hunching over the sink, trying to get the water into his burning, irritated eye to wash away the onion lingering in there.

His ears were heating up replacing his wan skin with a rouge tint.

“I think this is why I was never allowed near the kitchen.” He shook his head as he gently reached over to grab a paper towel. It was like he was stuck in a frozen blink, his right eye was closed tightly, slightly tearing up every time he tried to peek out of it. “Damn,” He muttered as he quickly wetted the paper cloth and held it up to his eye. “I still finished chopping the onions though,” He pointed out. houseplant

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[class=whole] width:450px; margin:auto; [/class] [div class=whole][class=allpeachy] height:220px; width:200px; background:#fff; border:1px solid #000; border-radius:5px; float:left; [/class] [div class=allpeachy][class=closeit] height:20px; width:20px; background:#000; border-right:1px solid #fff; color:#fff; font-size:10px; float:left; text-align:center; line-height:20px; [/class] [class=beau] height:20px; width:179px; background:#000; border-right:1px solid #fff; color:#fff; font-size:8px; font-weight:800; line-height:20px; float:left; border:0px solid #fff; botder-top-right-radius:5px; text-transform:uppercase; [/class] [div class=closeit]X[/div][div class=beau][/div] [class=sinyang] height:180px; width:180px; background:url('https://66.media.tumblr.com/aea79855ee38e7ddb3fd05fbd3fb41e1/tumblr_porwzqJvBd1x81mb3o8_250.png'); background-size:100%; float:left; margin:10px 10px;[/class] [div class=sinyang][/div] [script class=sinyang on=click] fadeIn 800 post [/script] [script class=closeit on=click] fadeOut 800 post [/script] [class name=closeit state=hover] background:#bb4433; transition-duration:0.6s; cursor:pointer; [/class] [class name=sinyang state=hover] transition-duration:0.6s; cursor:pointer; [/class] [/div] [class=post] height:220px; width:200px; border:1px solid #000; border-radius:5px; background:#fff; display:none; float:left; margin:30px -50px; [/class] [div class=post][class=container] width:200px; height:190px; float:left; margin:0px 0px; overflow:hidden; color:#000; font-size:12px; font-family:'Lato'; text-align:justify; line-height:13px; [/class] [class=scrollbar] width:105%; height:190px; float:left; margin:10px 10px; overflow-y:scroll; [/class] [class=textbox] width:92%; [/class][div class=container][div class=scrollbar][div class=textbox]“I’m fine,” Sin Yang repeated a few times. “It’s just like getting shampoo in your eye,” He explained with an embarrassed laugh. It’s not like he felt pathetic, but instead, he felt stupid for touching his eye with onion juice on his fingers. He had never cut anything more than a piece of toast before, and it was showing. “I never actually have -- and I touched my eye,” He muttered as he took the scarf that was mottled with sopping dots from the ice and held it up to his eye. The ice wrapped in cloth felt like it made it worse. His eye chilled, supplying it more of that fresh, minty feeling glossing over it.

He dropped his arm when he felt his eye was sustainable enough to stay open without immediately shutting. It was still sore and the skin around it was red and puffy. He sighed as he got a glimpse of himself in the mirror over the bed. Pretty and bloodshot. He couldn’t go home looking that, his mother would think Jason was abusive. She always had a habit of jumping to conclusions way too quickly. He didn’t want to go home in general.

“Radishes? I can still get the juice in my eyes,” He reminded him with the soft shake of his head as he walked back towards the cutting board. He set down the scarf beside the wooden slab and picked up the knife. Now, these ones had to be sliced, right? He held up the vegetable by the stock for a few moments. It looked ugly -- He was trying to find something to compare it to, but nothing came to mind. It was just so strange looking. He set it down and began slicing pieces of it off. This time, he was mindful of where he put his hands.

Eventually, he finished the radishes, and he stared at them for a good minute. He couldn’t tell whether they were cut nicely or not. Were they too thin, too thick? “These look okay?” He asked as he held up the board of freshly cut vegetables. He figured was beginning to hone his cutting skills. They looked kind of good? He set down the board and smiled softly. Maybe he’d take some cooking classes, and then he’d be able to make his own meals that were actually flavorful.

“Hey,” He began as he turned towards Jason once again. “Where is your new apartment exactly? My cousin just moved in somewhere, and it’d be funny if you guys lived in the same complex.” No, it wouldn’t be, that was just a made up lie. His cousin would expose him if he found out.

It blued into his vision: his cousin exposing him about his hearing problem, and then Jason getting angry with him. He bit his lip as he thought about. He stared into the searing meat on the stove stop as he questioned what he would do with himself.

But, it was unlikely. There were hundreds of buildings around the city. He doubted they could both move to the same one. houseplant

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