05: [ Excessive attention has never been something that bothered Jinseok. There's no discomfort in the way he eats up the praise of every person who reaches out to touch his hands and thank him, and he must stop at least a dozen times to take excessive amounts of photos with anyone who asks. Everyone who hands him a flier or gives him an offer or even shoves half-eaten food into his hands is rewarded with his attention, and good god does it ever look like he's absolutely loving this.
For all the attention he gets, he gives it in return, shaking hands, stroking thumbs, autographing the skin of whoever shoves whatever into his face--he devours it mercilessly, every single second.
Which is why it's so strange to him when someone isn't paying him the same kind of attention? Who in their right mind wouldn't be thanking him for... whatever it was he did? The second he spots someone not fawning all over him, he steps away from his current groupies, waving them off when they try to follow; they've suddenly lost all his interest, and he's far more preoccupied with the person not currently tripping over themselves to get close to him? ]
You want my autograph too?
[ It's fine, he can make the first move for someone who's clearly too shy to throw themselves at him. ]
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00: [ Best thing after being thrown into a universe that isn't yours against your will, given a life you didn't want, and crammed full of powers you aren't sure how to use? Food. It isn't long after his initial arrival time that Jinseok beelines straight for the nearest street stall that smells sickly sweet and vanilla-y. A waffle place, of course; he looks the type.
But where one person would be satisfied with just one waffle, or maybe two if they were feeling it, Jinseok has one arm lain across the counter, one arm propping his face up, and whatever he's saying to the homely man working the stall is working, because the longer he stands there and talks, the more and more waffles the man piles up in front of him?
Man, sure is convenient when your already incredible negotiating skills breed into powers of forced persuasion. Except if you want a waffle, and the guy in front of you doesn't look like he's going to leave without taking home 500 of them. ]
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For all the attention he gets, he gives it in return, shaking hands, stroking thumbs, autographing the skin of whoever shoves whatever into his face--he devours it mercilessly, every single second.
Which is why it's so strange to him when someone isn't paying him the same kind of attention? Who in their right mind wouldn't be thanking him for... whatever it was he did? The second he spots someone not fawning all over him, he steps away from his current groupies, waving them off when they try to follow; they've suddenly lost all his interest, and he's far more preoccupied with the person not currently tripping over themselves to get close to him? ]
You want my autograph too?
[ It's fine, he can make the first move for someone who's clearly too shy to throw themselves at him. ]
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00: [ Best thing after being thrown into a universe that isn't yours against your will, given a life you didn't want, and crammed full of powers you aren't sure how to use? Food. It isn't long after his initial arrival time that Jinseok beelines straight for the nearest street stall that smells sickly sweet and vanilla-y. A waffle place, of course; he looks the type.
But where one person would be satisfied with just one waffle, or maybe two if they were feeling it, Jinseok has one arm lain across the counter, one arm propping his face up, and whatever he's saying to the homely man working the stall is working, because the longer he stands there and talks, the more and more waffles the man piles up in front of him?
Man, sure is convenient when your already incredible negotiating skills breed into powers of forced persuasion. Except if you want a waffle, and the guy in front of you doesn't look like he's going to leave without taking home 500 of them. ]
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your choice: [ Go for it. ]