"Yah!~" For every complaint, the goat was rewarded with a sharp jab of a pale elbow. "You’re crazy. You can’t even take care of yourself, how do you expect to take care of— of anything!"
"Hold on a sec, don’t go flying out of a moving car!" He chided, coming to stop along some dirt road. While checking himself out on his iPhone’s front mirror, he began finger combing his hair, racking the locks away from his forehead. "Do I look shiny?" After using his pinky to smooth out his brows and assist with primping, he unlocked the doors and ducked out of the car, practically melting when the sun kissed his milky limbs.
"Oh my god, it’s so hot, too hot!” He whined, brows knitted over slender eyes while he tried to create some form of oxygen with his hand. “Yah! What’s this?” Slapping the gnats away, he groaned, “Yah! What is this? They’re over the place! They’re all over, Jin! They’re—” Distressed, he scurried towards the gate and the little house that sat behind it.
The commotion attracted the attention of a stout, worn old woman with tousled silver locks and thin locked lips. She didn’t look amused by Kibum’s outrageous actions, for, the boy was running and screaming about as if he’d been mauled by a gorilla. He was disturbing the peace she and her husband had worked so hard to protect. When he noticed her, he froze in place, momentarily forgetting he was getting eaten alive by 90 or so bugs, or that his foot was way too close to a two inch tall anthill.
"Hello," He bowed a full 90 degrees and then some, a sheepish smile playing along his tiers, “Excuse me, do you know where we can adopt an animal?” Only when he finished his sentence did he realize how ridiculous he sounded.
Attempting to remedy the situation-one that, at that moment in time, had yet to occur-the other tumbled out of the car lacking some amount of grace, hissing at the heat of the still air outside of the car before sidling close enough to hear just the end of Key’s words. This is when his mission had made it’s headway towards Don’t Do That Avenue, hopped on the train and rode on down to the split between Let Me Handle This, I’m Better Than You and Maybe We Should Steal It.
After making the most of his blunders by slipping into a few improvised poses, he slowly shuffled closer- more with the care of approaching a wild animal than an older woman. This hadn’t been in the ad, and she’d looked considerably nicer in the pictures he’d seen. Talk about false advertisement. Because he was clearly the smoothest when it came to buttering up the elderly, he placed a minutely lopsided grin upon his features, dark orbs squinting against the full frontal the sun was giving him.
“I came for the package!” He began, interlacing digits before bringing them to his chest and leaning, “Yanno, the good stuff. Gift to the world, furry and small-” Unconscious of whether or not this would have any kind of better effect than anything the other had said or done, he slit his pools further in the works of attempting a smize. An amazing skill when used correctly, and all found in the reliable realm of Internet search.
Still seeming as unimpressed as a newborn clam, the woman glanced them with a very cursory,very ‘I shouldn’t have gotten up this morning’ gaze. Next was the earth shattering obligatory sweep of grey wisp that was her hair- the back behind the ear kind that meant trouble or something equally as soul sucking.
Exhaling belatedly, she spoke low, her tone only just tinged at the edges with her annoyance. “Please ask again, both of you, and with a little more poise, please. You want something?”
Her eyes flitted from the car to both of their faces, the crinkle at the corner of her eyes the only sign of any particular thought, and he shifted, forcing his shallow lack of comfort under a metaphorical rug. Smize, smize.
Nodding, he justified this because she was really selling the merchandise, and they could probably get a discount if they kept going at this rate. Unless of course, she turned out to be far more unpleasant, and rid herself of them by way of dispatching some kind of important limb like in a family horror movie.