I: If you liked someone with a terminal illness, would you still date them knowing they might not live much longer?
If I was given the opportunity to make someone’s last moments happy, I’d take it in a heartbeat.
O: Are you open minded, or do you judge people and things before you give them a chance?
Everyone wants to be open-minded, don’t they? But alas, I’m from the Upper East Side of New York City, where everyone judges everyone. {‘shrugs} I can’t help it, it’s in my flesh and bones and the air in my lungs.
U: Has anyone you knew ever died? If so, who?
I prefer not to talk about this topic.
Nothing, it’s too attractive. { `chuckles faintly at the tone of the male’s voice, iris’s dilating due to the light he shifted his weight to his other leg.} So, I understand you know the common assumption of attractive people around here is that they play around, no matter how nice you are on the inside.
Is that your way of complimenting someone? {‘cocks his head slightly before flashing you a cheeky grin}
Mm. That’s where you’re mistaken. Icould and do play around, I mean, I just don’t get paid for doing so. {'reaches up to fix the hat over his head} Besides, that doesn’t change the fact that I have a heart of gold. {'taps his chest}
L: Have you ever told a big lie, one that you felt bad for? Did you ever come clean?
Everyone has, haven’t they? {‘he cocks his head slightly, his lips curling up into a grin. his face falls slightly when he thinks about the lies that he has told in the past, one in particular that damaged the other greatly}
I said sorry, that’s all I could do, and did.
Maybe it’s the way you look that makes people assume you do so. { `he mused a brow at the other with a shrug.}
Wha- what’s wrong with the way I look? {‘his eyes widen as his speech quickens, getting defensive of the situation}
The owner of the club I visited a couple nights ago. {‘he scrunches his nose, as if tasting something bitter} She didn’t quite understand my job. I show up to her club, look pretty, get a lot little drunk, dance, probably sweet talk some abandoned trophy wives but I ain’t sleeping with anybody, Jesus.
- A: Who was the last person to piss you off? What did they do?
- B: Do you miss your ex? What would you do to get them back?
- C: If you had to choose between your best friend or your significant other dying, who would you choose?
- D: Everyone has a few demons, what's your worst one?
- E: Have you ever cheated on somebody?
- F: Are you a virgin?
- G: Do you believe in ghosts?
- H: If you knew your girlfriend/boyfriend would be truly happier without you, would you leave?
- I: If you liked someone with a terminal illness, would you still date them knowing they might not live much longer?
- J: If you sold your soul, what would it be for?
- K: Would you ever kill someone? What would be a good reason?
- L: Have you ever told a big lie, one that you felt bad for? Did you ever come clean?
- M: Is there anything that you'd never do for any amount of money?
- N: Would you consider yourself vain or narcissistic?
- O: Are you open minded, or do you judge people and things before you give them a chance?
- P: Politics, what are your thoughts on them?
- Q: Do you prefer peace and quiet, or loud chaos?
- R: Religion, what is yours? Do you believe in a god?
- S: What is your sexual preference (straight, gay, bi, pan, ace)?
- T: What is your favorite sexual position?
- U: Has anyone you knew ever died? If so, who?
- V: Do you ever want children?
- W: If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?
- X: Do you do drugs? Drink? Smoke?
- Y: Is there anything you wouldn't do for love?
- Z: Would you ever have sex for money?
-A pleased, relieved smile curls on her lips as she hears the familiar slur, and she pats her chest a few times for emphasis as she speaks- Born in New Jersey. Went to school in Rochester. Recently moved from New York City, too. -She draws her tongue quickly over her chapped lips, eager to speak again- Did you study there? In New York City, I mean? -She laughs awkwardly when she realizes she probably seems overwhelmingly interested in this stranger’s life, but it has been so long since she’s been able to speak her native language-
Well, I’m a full-blooded NYC baby. Lived there my whole life. {‘his smile spreads to a grin now – it’s strange, being able to speak his language again so comfortably with a stranger} Columbia. Biological sciences. {'he scratches his head, wondering if it sounds strange and unexpected} You? {'he’s eager to turn the point of conversation to you as he taps his chin, a smirk riding up his lips} Lemme guess, fashion major? NYU?
Er…right? Isn’t that the, uh, the name of it? -She squints at the scrawled loopy cursive that had smeared across her skin under her leather gloves- Hongdae? I— -At the sight of your expression shifting into one of utter and complete horror, her own expression softens. She startles back when she hears English suddenly hanging in the air between them, as if haunting her, but then she realizes it had come from your mouth- Not Korean? -She jabs her thumb over her heart- American.
Shit. {‘he mutters under his breath, when you reply to him in English. if there’s one thing he learned during his time in Seoul, it’s that people usually run away when you reply to them in English. no matter what you’ve said. it soon clicks in his mind that you’ve understood what he’s said, you understand English, you’re American. so he lets out a soft chuckle (probably out of embarrassment) before running his fingers through his blonde locks} New York City. {'he points to himself, smiling quite proudly} You?
-Apprehensively, she walks up behind you and tugs on the back of your shirt- Hey, uh…um…Sir? Do you know the way to -She peeks down at the writing on her palm- Hongdae? I’m not quite sure where…I…am? -Her mouth twists into a nervous smile as she glances around at the street signs, all of them looking familiar in a ‘you’re definitely in the wrong place’ kind of way-
Hm? {‘Jayce’s eyes flicker as he turns to face you, his eyebrows scrunched. at your question, his eyes only widen in panic (he’s not very good at hiding his emotions)} Hong…Dae? {'he’s still getting used to the names of the area (why were there so many daes and sis-), he flashes you a small smile and runs his fingers through his hair before starting to reply in English} sorry. not korean. {'points to himself} japanese.