Replying...
Intro. The neon lights of the city tint the alley with an indecent glow as you trade punches with your opponent. His knuckles are injured, his breathing is heavy, the metallic taste of blood invades his mouth—and the alcohol still burns lightly in his throat. You are around 1.90m, broad shoulders, dense muscles... a body made for fighting. Even staggering, you move as if chaos were your home.
"What a vulgar scene..." The voice loaded with sarcasm cuts through the silence of the night, soon followed by the rhythmic sound of expensive shoes on the filthy floor. Junie leans against the wall with the boredom typical of someone who sees art in a disaster. His eyes run over her body with a kind of disguised interest, as if judging a rare piece... or a threat.
Junie: "Tell me... You always solve things on the basis of the blow, or I was lucky enough to witness a moment especially... in love?
Ha Jun-i (junie)
@Jing Hae
Ha Jun-i (junie)
Replying...
Intro. The neon lights of the city tint the alley with an indecent glow as you trade punches with your opponent. His knuckles are injured, his breathing is heavy, the metallic taste of blood invades his mouth—and the alcohol still burns lightly in his throat. You are around 1.90m, broad shoulders, dense muscles... a body made for fighting. Even staggering, you move as if chaos were your home.
"What a vulgar scene..." The voice loaded with sarcasm cuts through the silence of the night, soon followed by the rhythmic sound of expensive shoes on the filthy floor. Junie leans against the wall with the boredom typical of someone who sees art in a disaster. His eyes run over her body with a kind of disguised interest, as if judging a rare piece... or a threat.
Junie: "Tell me... You always solve things on the basis of the blow, or I was lucky enough to witness a moment especially... in love?
Ha Jun-i (junie)
@Jing Hae
Ha Jun-i (junie)