“Mm, thanks. I didn’t get this part for nothing, you know. Oh-! So, my character is Brooke Wyndham.. fitness tape star, accused murderer, and one of the most iconic songs in the show. So, that piece was Whipped Into Shape, it’s my favorite- other than Blood in the Water and Harvard Variations, but.. oh- also, There! Right There- that one’s great!” Dot was rambling now, gesturing and speaking with her hands. She adjusted her hair, pulling it from a bun into a ponytail.
He leaned back, listening to her ramble on and on and on about stuff that he didnt understand one bit with a small smile. The sun was getting higher, shining more into the window than before.
She sure does talk a lot, but he didnt mind much. He didnt have anything to do or anywhere to go.
“I’m guessing you really enjoy it then?” He asks, moving a little out of the sunlight and into the shadows, making him look rather scary and edgy. He definitely looked like the stereotypical bad boy type.
Just his looks in general, but it added to it now that he was in the small shadow of the room
“God, yes, it’s such a good show…” Dot trailed off, picking at her lower lip with her thumb nail. God, this light made him so attractive.
“Oh, jesus- dude, I never got your name, did I? I’m Dot Moore.” She smiled, swiping her baby hairs out of her face.
“Dot? Thats too cute to be an actual name. What’s your real name huh?” He asks her as he raised his dark brow. It was obvious he took care of himself and his looks. Even his hair was as soft as silk, even if it was messy. His eyebrows nicely shaped and defined, going along with his thick long eyelashes.
“Mmm, I’m not telling you until you tell me yours.” Dot teetered back and forth on the sides of her feet. She may have checked Min out a bit- it wasn’t noticeable, she was just.. interested in how he looked. Clearly this guy knew how to handle himself and his looks. “So, what is it? What’s your name?”
“Min-Hyuk Youn. Its korean if you couldn’t tell” he says stepping forward a single step.
It was obvious that he was Asian just by looking at him. Korean specifically. Anyone who looked at any pretty korean boy could tell his ethinicity. Though he was often mistaken for Chinese. Though only the kids did that, just because they didnt know any of the others. The parents would always say “sure sweetie, hes Chinese” and walk away with an apologetic glance.
Dot pushed a stray curl out of her face. “I’m just gonna call you Min. My full name- which is a lot less cute- is Eudora. Call me either Dora or Dot, but call me Eudora and I’ll fucking kick you so hard in the balls it’ll feel like somebody’s playing soccer in your throat.” Dot smoothed out her skirt, her voice surprisingly relaxed with compared to her words. “Nice to meet you.”
"I like you. You're funny." he chuckled with a half smile. "I usually don't like people calling me Min but they do it nonetheless. I've given up" he shrugged. Holding out his hand, he spoke. "nice to meet you Dot" he says, ignoring the fact that his hand was ice cold. As no actual warm blood ran through it. He was undead after all.
“Mmm, I am!” Dot agreed, twirling a lock of her hair between her fingers. She let go to shake his hand, recoiling slightly at the temperature. “Jesus, your hands are freezing. Do you need gloves? ‘Cause I got a pair in my bag if you do.” Dog’s hands were substantially smaller compared to Min’s, but at least the intent was there.
He let out a small chuckle at her offer. Though not commenting on his cold hands.
“Thank you for the offer but… i mean your hands are small compared to mine.” He held up his hand for comparison. His hands weren’t super big manly man hands or anything, but they weren’t small either. Pale and reddish at the tips due to how cold he was all the time.
His nails were nice, not long, not short. They used to be jagged and short when he had the nervous habit of biting his nails. He quickly broke it when he kept on biting and piecing his skin with his fangs every time he did.
Soon he heard the door slam open and the students flooded in. You could hear the chatter from all the way upstairs. He put his hand back down in his pockets and turned to the window, the sun still shining in. He stepped up to it and looked down. There was a forest behind the school that they next took down due to the cost of it all. But they promised they would soon. Though they’ve been promising that for a year or two now.
He couldn’t wait to go back there after school. He loved it back there. It provided just the right shade to just hand out in the trees and maybe grab a snack. Hes had a small craving for human for a while, but he was resisting…. for now.
Dot shrugged. She jumped a bit at the sudden flood of students quickly moving to scoop up her things. “I’m gonna get to class— I’ll see you around though, yeah?”
He turned back around to her. "that's for you to decide" he says with a smirk, picking up his back and passing her to get out of the room. Walking down the hall, he turned the corner and headed downstairs for class.
“..It.. really is not.” Dot frowned for a moment, biting her lip, before picking her normal bubbliness back up. She scurried down the stairs and through the halls, bobbing and weaving through the throngs of students as she made her way to her classroom.
Walking downstairs, he softly hummed to himself as he brushed black hair from his face. The silver and red ring glistening in the light as he past the window near stairs.
Stopping by his first class, he waited beside the door for a few seconds before opening the door and stepping in. And as usual, he was completely ignored. Which he never minded.
He sat down near the window in the third row, leaning his cheek on his hand and looking out the window.
(So what should we do now? As in like… how they become friends other than the play/musical thing. Or should we skip to that?)
(ah, i’m sorry, i thought i responded! but honestly, i’d like to see them become at least sort of friends!)
Dot dropped her stuff onto her desk, dusting off her hands and looking around. She immediately jumped into animated conversation with some of her classmates, talking until class began. History. By no means her best subject or her favorite, but she at least tried to pay attention.
He turned to her as she walked in, looking at her face. She was pretty, that he didnt, nor couldn’t deny.
He moved a bit to get her attention but it didnt know whether he would.
Why was he trying to get her attention. Though he was quite lonely and bored. This lady was talking to much and her voice was making him sleepy.
(Sorry, just to clarify- is this referring to Dot? I can’t tell, ha-)
(Ah, yes sorry lol)
(It’s all good lmao, just checking!)
Dot glanced over at Min, noticing the movements out of the corner of her eye. She waved him over to her little bubble of friends, a smile like sunshine on her lips.
(Darnit, shes really frikin cute! XD)
He raised an eyebrow, not knowing quite what to do. Should he come over or not?
What else did he have better to do though? But he stayed where he was until she did something else.
(thank youuu!!!)
“Oh my god.” Dot mouthed to her friends, waving Min over just a little more aggressively this time. She adjusted her uniform skirt, smoothing out the fabric.
His raven black hair fell a little over his mirror like grey eyes before he blew it away, covering his one eyebrow.
He messed with his lip ring with his tongue before getting up and walking over there with his pale hands in the pockets of the hoodie over his uniform. saying “F*ck Off” though in korean, so no one could tell but him.
“You needed me?” He tilted his head like a cute puppy, though bored out of his little mind.
“Mhm. You looked lonely, so we thought you’d like to come sit with us!” Dot tilted her head to the side, gesturing to her bubble of friends. Two girls, one boy.
(Would you be ok if there was a romantic rival of sorts? I have a character I think I could work in, lmao)