↳ communication tower。

@▸ choi jisu。 jeonghan hears the unfamiliar voices loud and clear — though that is only possible because of the loud volume of jisu's radio. he stifles a small yawn, blinking as he turns toward his sister's direction. it has been a while since the last intruder happened upon their lair, and that ended quite bloody too. a bloody mess, as jeonghan would note distastefully. while he enjoys a good fight, he detests (a whole lot) messes that come out of it.

lazily, he saunters to where jisu is, following her line of sight. he sees two men, and if judging by the outline of their figures (as far as he can see, which is considerably rather far), jeonghan can tell they're not as harmless as the last one that came. upon this thought, he can't help the small curve of his lips. he chuckles then, amused as he watches said intruders wander inside the tower. "this should be easy," he says, before moving his eyes from beyond the roof to his sister. he stretches his arms in front of him, tilting his head to the side. "the best way tp capture prey is in the darkness — so would you be a dear and turn the lights off for me? it's easier if they don't scream." he doesn't want to take chances. if they were to scream, then there is that one possibility that someone might be able to hear through the radio — if they weren't complete idiots anyway, which he highly doubts.

but then again, it is rare to see someone who actually thinks — the way these people so readily accepted the radio is frankly hilarious. idiots, he thinks, all of them.

@▹ yoon jeonghan。 "―llo? hello? can anyone hear us? hello?"

jisu pulls her portable radio away from her ear and scoots towards the edge of the roof terrace. the voice coming out of the speakers sounded too clear to be further than a few hundred meters from the communication tower, which can only mean one thing: her newfound prey is near. "idiots," she mutters as she peers through the gaps between the bars of the railings. surely enough, she sees not one ― but /two/ men standing on the pavement that leads to the entrance of the tower, holding their radios close to their lips as they continue to speak into it.

"―this thing even working? HELLO?"

she promptly turns her radio off when they start yelling into it. a part of her wonders why the line is quiet this morning, but perhaps she should consider it a blessing. at least no one seems to be looking for them. her tongue pokes out and glides lightly across her lips as she beckons her brother over. "would you look at those handsome lads below us!" she says, her voice taking on a gleeful tone. "we won't have to move around for weeks― no, /months/ if we could capture them! isn't that great news?"