Another dull day, it seemed.
Jason Redd had tried everything to make the most out of his week off, but with three days left he had done absolutely fuck all. It wasn't that he hated socialization or that he had no money to do anything; he just adored playing video games, especially fighting games, and utilized most of the vacation to practice for an upcoming tournament. His main was particularly difficult to get a hold on, what with the multiple stances that Tae Kwon Do by its very nature came with, but he was determined to see it through. The martial art was always one of the more graceful, as well as being one of the most technical to master. At least, that was if fighting games were any indication.
Jason took his tray of food, consisting of a slice of pizza, two breadsticks, and a medium cola, and went to a table that was entirely empty. He looked inconspicuous enough to not have anyone other him...except for the fact that he was eating in a mall alone. He had on a black t-shirt with no logos, a pair of dark blue jeans, and black sneakers on his feet. His hair was short, styled messy and colored black, while his eyes were a rather odd crimson. His skin was pale as snow as well, but he wasn't albino, he just had a series of odd traits befall him. He took a bite of pizza, thankful his phone wasn't buzzing at all in his pocket. His work was notorious for calling people in during their vacations, but, due to the already lax nature of the workload there, few people minded going in. He always wanted more for himself in a career, but Jason wasn't about to complain for relaxation. He was a very "go with the flow" type of guy.
So, there he sat, eating his mock-Italian meal and savoring every bite of its greasy goodness. It wasn't so bad that the bad substance was dripping off if he held the slice vertical, but it certainly was no actual Italian pizza; he had been to Italy and had experienced that spectacular meal for himself.<|im_end|>
Now, should anyone else look upon Jason and notice his affinity for dark attire, that raven-colored mop of hair and those odd crimson eyes, they would immediately assume that he was either weird, following one of those new-fangled cults that have popped up over the years, eagerly following the gothic movement or some twisted mixture of all three. People, especially those who didn't seem to contribute much to the world, were very quick to judge. But when a pair of bright violet irises zeroed in on the young man they were not filled to the brim with that judging venom or any other disgraceful emotion. No, the woman that these eyes belonged too instead perked up, put a halt to her swaying movements and pushed her way through the crowd of mall-goers as the man not only caught her attention but commanded it. This was the stride and gaze of a woman who got what she wanted - no questions asked, and if there were any problems, well, a broken limb or two would easily rectify it.
After all, Juri Han wasn't someone you wanted to say no to, be next to or even worse, be the target of her attention/affections.
Like the spider she was, Juri crept upon Jason with the greatest of ease until she was right behind him. It was such a strange sight - her with him, but this woman knew him, liked him and even more, enjoyed his company. Better yet the two of them had engaged in some more... ahem... illicit activities in the past and came out closer because of it all. Juri liked Jason because of so many things; factors beyond her control. If one were to question her tastes, the woman wouldn't be too happy to respond to it with civility. Once she was in position Juri reached out and tapped Jason's shoulder, dashed over to his other side when he looked to see who was there and then sat down beside him to both steal one of his breadsticks and to lean against his form.
And let me tell you, when a busty, lithesome powerhouse of a South Korean was leaning against you, there was every cause for celebration.
"Heeey," Juri purred in that sultry-sweet tone of hers. She waved her stolen breadstick and giggled. "Fancy meeting you here!"<|im_end|>