@ᶜ˖⁺ hanbin k。 The greeting threw Dabin off guard. Or rather: it pulled him back to reality strong. He turned his head to the source of the voice, eyes wide in perfect innocence as he understood this stranger was maybe the reason why all his cells were screaming at him to get out of there. He squinted his eyes as he was no match to any of the guess:
"I'm new here and I don't steal." He answered politely and checked the address on the little card he held with the key. "I must be a mistake.." he mumbled to himself and pushed the key in the lock, expecting it to not work at all when instead it opened the door to what seemed like a furnished flat he supposed belonged to the stranger.
"Wh..." Dabin stopped himself from even asking a question the other would have no explanation for and instead he retrieved his key and leaned against the door frame.
"The rent did seem a little too unreal for the neighbourhood." He observed, his eyes detailing the other and guessing already none of them were loaded enough to afford living in this place.
"It seemed expensive, but still cheap for all the range rovers and bugatti parked down the street but I guess I am a little sad the owner failed to mention it would be a shared flat."
He spoke his mind because itbwas true, the rent was huge and he knew abandoning his share of the flat would be his ruin. "Did you feel extremely lucky to secure this flat, didn't you feel a little out of place when you walked in the neighborhood for the first time?" Dabin hoped the other would relate, that they'd find some kind of arrangement at least for the night. "Right?" He hoped the other would be in the same boat, that they would be both tricked, because it would mean Dabin wouldn't be completely alone. Yes he had no friend in town, but he'd do okay knowing there was someone he could relate to even for such awful reasons.
@ᶜ˖⁺ dabin h。 having just recently moved into his new place, hanbin was still unsure of so many things - of where to put all his books, where kazu would sleep, how often he should make his trips to the grocery for food, and all the typical concerns that came with moving into a new home. however, the thing he was most unsure of didn't involve how he'd fit into his rather small apartment - it was how there was another man standing in front of his door with a key in his hand, staring at it with a fierceness that hanbin was rather intimidated by.
hanbin walked closer to the man, peeking his head out from the bags of food in his arms to stare at him. "hello," he greets curiously, because if there's one thing he is right now, it's curious. why was this man standing here, glaring at his door like it had committed the vilest of sins against him? and was that a key in his hand? as far as he'd known, the only duplicate he'd had made was with the previous owner, for emergencies. maybe he was a friend of the owner? hanbin tilted his head, pursing his lips at the man as he spoke. "are you a friend of the previous owner or a robber that's taken the painstaking effort of duplicating my key to steal what little belongings i have?" he joked, attempting to lighten the tense atmosphere around the other man.
@ᶜ˖⁺ hanbin k。 Apa is code for Hell, that is all Dabin knows for sure.
He believes he picked the worst place to learn single life far from family supervision, friends approval and from anything he knew with his eyes closed.
It is said that in this city, powers pay, that things come easy to the gifted and against all odds the dark haired male in his 25th year never found himself gifted. He rides his skate board through blocks, phone in hand like a perfect technology dependent human, surprised the owner of his first one room rent won't meet him at all. The deposit was transfered and he received a code to open a PO box that contained a key and that was it. By all means, Dabin never complained if things were easy, but he was feeling /it/ in the tips of his fingers, in the way his throat became dry by with each meter he made in the flat's direction. He knew his senses never betrayed him but it was getting late and he'd need a place to stay.
A distant impression of static creeped into him, buzzing under his skin, grilling in his ears and urging his eyes to close, just when he stood in front of the door his key was supposed to open. A small sensory glimpse into future that made him wince in discomfort. It was over within a second but left Dabin with a strong sensation of tension, anxiety and fatigue. Those uncomplete visions were the result of how reluctant he was to even know what was coming up for him and it was exactly when his hand dropped, the man wondering if he had a way around of it. Surely he could ignore the key in his hand, and head just anywhere he'd get better visions of, mostly anywhere, only unknown. So unknown. Meanwhile, Dabin would be stuck, reluctant to make a move, hoping to get a better insight of his future, before the door, distantly curious of the noises coming from the other flats of the building.