[he was brought out of his little world when he finally heard the stranger speak, his head turning around rather fast with how surprised and caught off guard he had been] A-Ahh… how long have you been there..? [taking one more look over the picture, he nodded at her suggestion and then turned the device off, giving her a subtle smile] Sorry, I guess I was too into it to notice anything else.
{ ` ; it is obvious he wasn’t ignoring her willingly, and she was glad she could see it by the surprise expressed on his face and voice - voice she somehow knew from somewhere, but from where? a brow raised as he spoke and her mind processed the words, in her curiosity of knowing from where, where she had heard his voice? it was unique, she was sure of that, but his face wasn’t much of a help. the mermaid licks her upper lip, after letting out a long breath, arms pulling the bag she carried closer to her body. } Well…I’ve been here for a while, yes. { ` ; she nods; tongue still tracing the corners of her lips as she looks down at the mobile screen once again, curiosity a little more subtle now he could see her. } I can notice that…are you a photographer? Or just a weather’s lover? { ` ; if that even exists, she thought, not taking her eyes off him in expectation. }
[He hadn’t been brought out of his trance; in fact, he was so lost in himself that he hadn’t heard her footsteps or even paid much attention to any of the surroundings around him. Something incredible could happen and he wouldn’t bare witness to it with how distracted he was. His lips pursed slowly as his hands reached into his pocket, pulling out his tablet. Flipping through the apps, he brought up the camera and then raised the device so that the scenery before him was in the shot and took a moment to take everything in. Pressing the button, the picture was then taken and he proceeded to give the photo a look over to see if it was internet worthy]
{ ` ; the girl blinked as the man she had spoken with looked for something on his pocket - probably his phone since mundanes were so obsessed with that device; and her thoughts were right, and soon he was lifting the thing and by what she could see by looking over his shoulders, taking a picture. soojung frowned, and looked at the mobile’s screen, then at the real scenario’s in front of them. the mermaid never understood the human’s fascination with snow, pure snow, melting and turning into disgusting mud under her feet but well– if he liked it, what could she do? } It is pretty. { ` ; she tried to sound louder and clearer, to catch his attention since her first attempt was a failure and her question were still left without a proper answer. pursing her lips, she closed her coffee’s cup once again and glanced at the phone. } If you let it natural it will look prettier than with a lot of effects too. { ` ; as she spoke, the words left her lips as if she was a pro at the subject, and she was content that she managed to do so, adding a small shrug at the end of her sentence. }
[stands on the edge of the hill, hands hidden away inside of his coat’s pockets for warmth. A slight breeze blows through him, kicking up the unpacked snow that had fallen to the ground, causing his vision to be impaired for a moment. Reaching up with one hand to brush off any white fluff from his face, he then gazed over the horizon, becoming lost in his thoughts as a gentle hum of one of his songs leaves his lips]
{ ` ; the winter was never something she was really fond of, but snow could be beautiful from time to time. at the neighborhood, though, blizzards were rare but it didn’t mean that the same would happen with the mundanes’ seoul - and so she had confirmed as the previous days passed, and she had been wandering more around there than around her house. so it was one of these days, the snow shower had just ended and people were still afraid of leaving their homes, afraid of the cold and to get cold, but the cold never bothered soojung much. with a bag linked to her arm, a cookie half-eaten on her right hand and a cup of coffee in the other, she couldn’t care less about the weather. no, that was a lie, she could care less - but only because she still needed to go home and slipping on wet snow wouldn’t be something pleasant. so she took care as she walked past a sidewalk filled with snow, and past a guy looking at somewhere else she wouldn’t know how to name. it should be normal - melancholy was something normal for mundanes, especially at this time of the year - but the hum of his lips called her attention, and she had to stop on her tracks and on chewing to speak up, hoping her voice would be loud enough to take him out of his trance. } Excuse me, can you tell me this song’s name?
