can i rely on you to stop me?

// 2000 ghost tweets... guess i'll die!

GOOOOOD MORNING. ^_____^

ara ── where did they say the diner would be again? 💧💧 i'm getting kinda lost. they should be more clear on instructions, really, i'm having a hard time, i am.

( blinking, blinking. wha ─ they said yoo shinyoung was a guy. )

WHA ─ ( it's only on pure reflexes that he catches her fist in time, hand wrapped around her own. ah, icky; what was she doing before this ❔❔ ) hello?

. . . no, no, it's okay. ( ara? he can't say he's not just as shocked, green eyes widening as they fleet over softer features, the lump in his throat quickly swallowed down. ) i can't say you don't look . . . familiar, either. ah -- i'm here to meet shinyoung-ssi, actually.

( finding a seat at one of the tables, fingers find their way into one another, fiddling with them as he fidgets around. pardon him, as patient as he was, staying still was never his strong suit. digits tapping against wood lightly. ) how long has the place been around?

kuro... miya. and yours? ( anticipation threading on emerald hues, curiosity desperate to be fulfilled. maybe there was a chance someone did survive that fire, after all —— maybe she managed to get out and live a better life. )

( sano? sano. they share similar features and the same surname -- surely, it couldn't have been mere coincidence, right? he patiently awaits her return, on the edge of his seat as she calls her brother. )