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charlie yin/27. 200cm tall. dj & chillwave producer known as giraffage. taiwanese-american.
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yuujibaba: Are you back?

「🌙 」— ❝Yuuji! Nice to see ya, man. Well. I guess you could say I’m doing my semi-incognito, every-once-in-a-blue-moon drop by. I’ve been, uh… Making an attempt at getting my shit together. Yeah. Let’s say that. I’m getting my shit together. Not the most fun process in the world, but, I gotta do what I gotta do. Hope you’ve been well. It’s just one thing after another, and, uh. Yeah. Yep. That’s it.❞

wandernow-blog: Fellow cat lover, hello. I'm Lee.

「🌙 」— ❝Oh, dude, did you pick up my waves? My catwaves? I heard that cat obsessed people send off vibes, kinda like soundwaves? Or, whatever? Something like that? I’m Charlie. Nice to meet you, Lee.❞ Charlie’s not sure about how the other feels about physical contact, so he just settles with a bow of the head. ❝If this is foreshadowing a bond formed by our love for cats, then I’m totally okay with that.❞

yuujibaba: I've missed you so much! There's a lot I want to tell you about

❝I’ve missed you, too. Let’s exchange stories. Not entirely sure if my stories are good ones, but I’m down with a little session of catchin’ up. C'mon, dude. Let’s go someplace a bit more quiet.❞

yuujibaba:

@doxepins
I SAW YOU THERE CHAWWIE!

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❝YOU CAUGHT ME. I was tryna be sneaky.❞

yuujibaba: Hi!!!!!!

❝WHO ARE YOU? I DON’T KNOW YOU. I’m jokes, man. What’s up? It’s been a while. Life’s crazy, things just happen. I disappear, I’m sorry about that. How’ve you been? You seem really happy, and I’m so glad… You’re gonna have to tell me about everything that’s been goin’ on in Yuujiland.❞

songxjaexrim: No where good, Chuanli. (/he says quietly, and reaches for your hand before he stops himself, fingers curling into a tight fist. He lazily drapes his arm over your shoulders instead, guiding you towards the nearest cafe.) What's new?

Wh–what’s new with me? Oh, stuff. Just… stuff. -he knows damn well that the other isn’t feeling too great. so, he’ll spare the details of what he’s been doing. Charlie looks at the wedding ring on his left hand, thinking of a way to steer the conversation.; Lots of changes. Anyway, let’s get back to you. Can you tell me what’s wrong?

songxjaexrim: (/for the first time in months he feels relief and a warm glow of happiness flood him, and he smiles broadly, stepping forward to wrap his arms tightly around you) Not in the slightest, no, but I'm so fucking glad you are. It's good to see you.

-it’s almost surreal, seeing him again. but, Charlie returns the hug with an embrace of his own.; I hope you’ve been taking care of yourself. If you don’t mind me asking… Where have you been? Let’s go somewhere, catch up on things.

luxe-lay: -Toddles over to the nearest surface and cracks the guac open, tearing into the chips as well- I accept this role of brovacado and I will be looking forward to said bouquet. -Crunches on a chip as he pours a few into the guac's lid- So what's new with you?

This is a brovocadoship and together we’ll conquer Holy Guacamole Mountain; I can’t believe we still have that inside joke, after all this time. Anyway… -he reaches into his bag for two purple carrot-mango juices.; I got married. WOW. Whoa. Holy crapola. Jisub and I tied the knot, which is pretty ballin’. Things have changed drastically for me; new house, career advancements, just overall doing a lot better than last time you saw me. Now, you tell me what’s up with you? I need to consult you about doing my next album cover, you know.

songxjaexrim: Are you happy now, Charlie? (/he asks with a soft smile from the corner of a brick building he's leaning against. God, fuck, he hopes so) Been a while, huh.

+ @jaexrim

-he’s startled to near damn death, dropping his phone in the process. still, after all this time, he’s freaked out by surprises.; Holy shit– -after bending down to pick up his cellphone, Charlie steps a bit closer to him.; It certainly has been a while, hasn’t it. Months, right? I’m very happy. Life’s really… nice. It’s good. Are you happy?

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