Min-Soo: *Grumbling in Korean and reluctantly distancing himself from Ouija's field of influence. When they got closer to the others, his expression soured even further.
Seok: Naekkeo...? (What do I do? I can't stand up like this. Not in front of all these teens. Ugh, I just need to get away somehow.) *Lifting his chin, he looked up at the brunet through half-lidded eyes, his face flushed and breathing a bit heavier than usual. All things Fuchsia should be accustomed to seeing by now. (Get it together.) Ah...can you come here for a second?
*Sang danced around the club excitedly, humming along to the beat and admiring the flashing lights. He had no idea he'd wandered into Ouija's range of influence. Or the bullet whizzing by his ear to shoot the woman behind him. Instead he just body rolled on by.
Myung: Watch it! *He huffed in relief when Sang narrowly missed getting shot after jumping in front of him. The distraction did, however, prove effective in grabbing Ouija's attention. Yelping in pain, the woman grabbed her shoulder where she'd been hit, a black tar-like liquid seeping between her fingers.
Ouija: Motherf*cker! *Turning to Sang, she shouted out a new command. ShiShang! Grab that gun!
Sang: *Giggles Okay~! *Swiftly turns to Trenton and grabs...part of him. Got it~!
Ouija: What are you, f*cking high?! I said, get the damn gun!
Sang: Hey, no one likes a party pooper, Linda. I got the goods, now what?
Ouija: You are f*cking useless.
Sang: In more ways than one.
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