arcade

@♡ ashe'lyn moon “I think you alone would make anything look ten times better than on anyone else. You’ve got that star power around you..” He watches the cat spin, appreciating the cute mannerism with a sweet little smile, accepting the offered hand and squeezing the feline’s fingers gently. Ashe’lyn has really soft hands, softer even then his own, and so cute.

They enter the arcade with ease, Hyunjin’s fuzzy spotted ears quirking at the difference in volume compared to outside. He gazes around at the bright lights and chiming games and grins happily. This kind of noisy, loud environment was exactly his element, the bunny glancing to the kitty with a faintly hummed sound in the back of his throat. “Let’s do.. racing games first. Gotta see if you’re really that good at riding that bike, or if it’s just for show~”

He clearly was teasing you, voice light as he guides you over to the kiosks to buy a game card. Being quite sneaky, the bun quickly swipes his credit card for the two game cards, turning to offer you one with a warm smile. “It’s on me. For getting me out of the dorm and into the outdoors- oh and for accomplishing a part of my bucket list.”

@♡ ashe'lyn moon The entire ride had gone by far too quickly for the bunny. He had always held a weird fondness for motorcycles, but when he was younger his parents basically brainwashed him into thinking he was too tall for one, and forbid him from learning about them. Although he doesn’t look it, he was definitely a filial son, his dads always having been there for him. Even now, with his work, his parents were told from day one and fully support the job. So now, as they pull up to a parking spot, he sadly looks down at the motorcycle, gently patting it’s side and smiling at Ashe. “No, it was incredible. Thank you for giving me the experience of riding one..” He brushes his hair behind his ear, standing next to the feline once helped off the bike.

From afar the two would make a fairly amusing sight. One decked out in all pink, small and cute, with a matching bike and helmets- the other tall and slim, a bunny with a pretty face dressed in black and chains. Areum has never been one to care what others may think about him, and so he glances over Ashe’s outfit with a soft whistle. “You look pretty, Ashe. I really like your dress.” His pink nose scrunches at the genuine compliment, a part of his mind wondering if such a soft pink would look nearly as good on his skin tone.