Flea Market

@Yixing "Finally," L muttered with a grin. "Someone who gets it!" He took a few steps forward slowly to the next little stall and rummaged through some of the pieces. "I've been told by the couple of people that I habe way too much, but I like to surround myself with my works. I'm thinking of taking one of my guitars to my co worker's place. I think I spend more time there than at my own apartment," he mused with a small laugh as he flipped through some records. "I wonder how he'd react to that."

@L Yixing chuckled and nodded his head. "I know the job description very well, I like to keep you guys company." Yixing said with a grin. "Sounds like me and photos, I have them every where in my apartment, some might call it a mess or cluttered. Me..it's my own personal genius at work."

@Yixing L nodded and smiled. "That's a good thing. You know the job description. Part time bartender, part time shrink, part time caretaker," he said with a smile. He nodded. "I'm that way with music. Sheets of it everywhere, instruments all over the place," he chuckled and shook his head. "But i don't think I'll ever stop."

@L Yixing looked down at the tag hanging from the camera and chuckled shaking his head. "No thanks, I have far too many cameras as it is..I'm a bit of a hoarder when it comes to them I'm afraid." he said with a chuckle as he handed the camera back. "And you know I trust you and the other bartenders a lot more than a trust some people." he said with a grin.

@Yixing L chuckled softly and nodded. "Well I'm glad you can trust me to watch over it for you." He watched the other pick up the device he'd just set down and nodded. Yixing looked a lot more familiar with it held up to his face. He pointed to the tag hanging from it. "Ten bucks and she's all yours," he teased

@L "Mmhmm I do, a lot of pictures actually." Yixing said with a chuckle and Yixing picked up the camera that the other set down and started to look at it and it's functions. "You have, in fact you've probably watched my stuff more than I even care to admit, but you're the one I trust with it." Yixing said as he looked through eyepiece. "This is a nice camera." he said with a smile.

@Yixing L rubbed his nape after shaking hands with the other and set the camera down. "oh, yeah, I-I am," He muttered, glancing up at the male. "You take a lot of pictures, am I correct?" He asked, tipping his head to the side and smiling a bit. "I'm pretty sure I've held on to it for you while you enjoy the night."

@L "No apologies necessary really." Yixing said with a chuckle as he shook the others hand. "I'm Yixing." he added and noted that the other was still staring at him. Yixing snapped his fingers and nodded his head. You work at the club right? The one just down the street from here, you're one of the bartenders aren't you?"

@Yixing L bit his lower lip and hugged the lens to his chest. "Y-yeah, I'm alright. I'm sorry," he apologized again. After a moment, he offered his hand and a small smile. "I'm L.," he muttered. He stared at the other for a few moments, trying to place the familiar face. "I feel like I've met you before," he said squinting his eyes in concentration. "Or at least seen you around some place..."

@L Yixing looked through another one of the tables and after purchasing a few vegetables to take home he stopped for a moment to put them into his bag. He loved flea markets, they were a source of just about anything, from food to clothes to stupid little knick knacks, some of which he'd bought and sent home to his mother. He shook his head at the thought, sure that she would kill him for it later.

Yixing was just looking through things when he felt someone bump into his chest and the camera he was holding was nearly run into his head. Yixing stepped back to maintain his balance and reached out to steady the other, thanking his stars he had good natural balance to begin with. "It's ok no harm done I don't think..are you alright?"

@Yixing The weekends were always L's favorite times, when the flee markets came to life. People sold everything imaginable for the sake of making an extra dollar. Not only that L always found some of the most useful things at flee markets. Like his favorite leather jacket. Now adorned in exactly that, he made his way to the bustling streets. He was in need of a few tuners and some strings for his guitar and the piano in the corner of his room.

He was on a mission, hard at work digging away. He would leave no nook or cranny unexplored until he found what he needed. As he stood though, his back collided with the chest of another person and he whirres around, nearly smacking the other male in the head with the camera lens-he didn't really know what it was for-in the head. "Sorry!" He exclaimed, covering his mouth.