of course there was danger in joohyun knowing things the council talked about; while there was little she could ever do with it all on her own, there was always someone trying to get at the leaders of their people. humans, werewolves and even other vampires. joohyun wasn't a fighter, so what would she even be able to do in order to defend herself? she can't even complain to maintenance without feeling like a horrible person. when given a sliver of a chance, she pulls his hand closer to her, bringing it up to her face for a quick kiss - leaving behind a small remnant of the red lipstick she was wearing, to which she chuckles. "...oops?"
"the...park family? how interesting." she nearly chokes. the image alone of his father saying anything like that is more than enough to make anyone crack up. of course, there was the much more likely chance that he didn't mean the other royal family. "your father always had a keen sense of smell, huh."
the basics of hunting? barely. irene could hardly remember and describe the day that she got turned. memory loss is common with trauma. she's been told many a time that one day she'll be able to remember everything; joohyun, however, doesn't like to be reminded of the fact she can't recall any of her life prior to being turned. she makes up for it by being about to recall practically any law she's asked, the way the prince takes his coffee on mondays, jongin's favorite cologne. for all she knows, her sire could be long dead by now. "hmm? oh, um." she blinks a few times.
"fake name, fake job, if they ask if we're from seoul, speak in dialect?" she shoots him a raised brow, a grin to assure him that she'll follow his lead, whichever direction he may go. "and more wasted, the easier to trick...but usually more sloppy." the last part was a joke. the music adding some sort of ambiance; joohyun found it a bit ironic. jazz was so nice and soothing. it always reminds her of home, being in bed and lazing about on jongin's days off. "i like this piece..."
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"the...park family? how interesting." she nearly chokes. the image alone of his father saying anything like that is more than enough to make anyone crack up. of course, there was the much more likely chance that he didn't mean the other royal family. "your father always had a keen sense of smell, huh."
the basics of hunting? barely. irene could hardly remember and describe the day that she got turned. memory loss is common with trauma. she's been told many a time that one day she'll be able to remember everything; joohyun, however, doesn't like to be reminded of the fact she can't recall any of her life prior to being turned. she makes up for it by being about to recall practically any law she's asked, the way the prince takes his coffee on mondays, jongin's favorite cologne. for all she knows, her sire could be long dead by now. "hmm? oh, um." she blinks a few times.
"fake name, fake job, if they ask if we're from seoul, speak in dialect?" she shoots him a raised brow, a grin to assure him that she'll follow his lead, whichever direction he may go. "and more wasted, the easier to trick...but usually more sloppy." the last part was a joke. the music adding some sort of ambiance; joohyun found it a bit ironic. jazz was so nice and soothing. it always reminds her of home, being in bed and lazing about on jongin's days off. "i like this piece..."