Central City Park/The Twins

Won Hyunseon

A wave of odd nostalgia rushed through him as Ren gazed at the bench he had once played his violin on. Months had passed since that moment and it seemed he was an entirely different person now. He straightened, brushing the sleeves of his sweater over the scars on his arms and turned, looking for his stray twin who if he knew him as well, was probably searching for an ice cream booth. Old times. He sighed, running his fingers through his hair and scanning the park. Where had the time gone?

Kit

Like Ren had assumed, Kit had gone looking for icecream. However, he didn't find an icecream truck but instead found a donut truck. He had spent a good thirty minutes trying to decide what type of donut he wanted. There were so many options that it was nearly impossible to make a choice. Who would have thought selling one hundred different types would be a good idea? Didn't they know how indecisive everyone was? So there he was, standing in front of the menu, pouting as he kept on looking through the options in front of him.

Won Hyunseon

After a few minutes just reminiscing, he lifted his head, looking around for his twin. It only took a moment or so, but he spotted a familiar figure (after all, it's also his) by a truck, which looked like it was selling donuts. Probably couldn't find an ice cream truck and decided to look for the next best thing. Classic Kit. Ren shook his head and made his way over to his twin brother, sleeves hanging over his fingers. "I don't what kind of good pouting at the truck is going to do you but no, it doesn't spit out donuts."

Kit

"If it spat out donuts then I would buy it," Kit declared. "You know, that should be my career. An innovative food truck that makes eating easier for everyone." One might think this was a joke, but with the way Kit scratched his jawline and looked lost at thought–it probably wasn't. "But no, I can't make up my mind. Do I go with the jam donut? Custard donut? The classic glazed one?" Kit needed to stop with the sweets. With the enchantress gone, he wasn't exercising and moving around like he use to be. He was a terrible assassin but he got the job done. It balanced out his diet. But now without it? He could feel he was losing muscle.

Won Hyunseon

"Or you could just not get a donut," Ren said like it was obvious. "I let you have cinnamon rolls for breakfast that *I* baked mind you. Last thing you need is to swallow another ton of donuts." It was a problem Ren didn't exactly know how to discipline anymore. Sometimes he'd drag Kit out to go places with him but the fact of the matter is, both of them don't really exercise. Ren just doesn't eat as much sweets—or well eat as much as Kit in general. Even then, he was significantly less lazy as Kit because he just couldn't afford to. Maybe he should find Kit so more energizing hobbies.

Kit

"And I loved them," Kit responded, scrunching up his nose as he looked over at his brother, "I would have a dozen more if I could. What's your point?" Kit knew what Ren was hinting and he eventually sighed, his shoulders drooping. "But alas, if you insist. Donut's aren't as good as icecream anyway. Are you done playing?" He asked, turning his eyes to look for his brother's violin. "I think the happiness levels of the place have dropped ever since you stopped."

Won Hyunseon

"Stop being dramatic," he said, flicking Kit's shoulder. "You can live without a few sweets, you sound like you're five." Of course, he doesn't actually mind. Kit being the childish, sweet-craving brat he is just makes Ren feel more nostalgic. "I didn't play anything in the first place," Ren said with a simple shrug, tugging at the sleeves of his sweater. His violin case was still strapped over his shoulder. He hadn't found the strength to play it just yet. He raised an eyebrow at Kit's comment and looked over at the bench, considering if his brother was right. "Maybe," he said quietly. He turned back to Kit. "Help me pick out something to play?"

Kit

"Play Mozart!" Kit suggested. "I don't really know who he is but Will talks about him and I think he has some stuff on the violin. He sounds very nice on the piano–I've heard Will play him before. Well, that's how I know about him. I woke up at midnight and found Will playing so I asked. You know, you two could play together–you'd sound great, I'm sure."

Won Hyunseon

Ren just listened silently, not finding it within himself to make any sort of comment, or rather he didn't really have a comment. He wasn't too fond of On—*Will*, sorry, force of habit, and but after everything, it's not like he had a completely negative opinion on him. "I have some Mozart..." he drifted off quietly, turning around and walking off to the bench. He took off his violin case and opened it up, taking out his violin and prepping it to play. He felt such an ache inside him just from looking at it. He hadn't played it in months.

Kit

Kit watched Ren with a frown. Now that Ren's back was turned, Kit allowed himself to...well, let his guard drop. He hadn't seen Ren play in months and was trying to push him back into it without forcing him. Maybe, if he was lucky, it had worked. Kit stood there patiently waiting, just wanting to see.

Won Hyunseon

Ren shifted on the park bench, catching himself simply staring at his violin with no intention of lifting it up to his chin and playing it. He could sit here and stare at for years. Decades maybe. When did he get this? One month, two after they got here? He can't even remember. It's been so long. Too long. His heart ached harder and he swallowed, Adam's apple bobbing shallowly as he finally plucked the bow out of the case and tightened it so he could play. He was rusty, he knew it, but Mozart wasn't too hard. He grasped it easily, when he was learning. He remembered something. Some piece. He finally lifted the violin and sighed, as if a shard of his soul had been returned just feeling the shoulder rest in the crick of his neck, and his chin on the edge of the instrument. This felt so familiar, so comforting. Somehow he forgot about this. Somehow. He lifted the bow to the strings—and then, he played.

Kit

Kit released a shakey breathe when Ren began to play and rocked back in his heels. Kit wasn’t sure if he’d do it but now that he was, Kit smiles, letting the music wash over him. Some people stopped too pause and listen. Taking a moment out of their busy day too appreciate Kits twin.

Won Hyunseon

He took a deep, steady breath as his bow danced across the strings. Sure, he was rusty, but to the untrained ear, rusty sounded professional—and absolutely beautiful. He closed his eyes, let himself lose slightly to the music ever so slowly. He couldn't feel the stares of the strangers, couldn't sense their admiration, scrunity, curiosity, or any other thing that might feel toward him. He couldn't feel anything except *sound*. The sound of Mozart. He guessed he understood know why Will liked it so much. He supposed he could get on the Mozart train.

Kit

Kit swayed on the spot, dancing to the music his brother played. Sure, music won’t fix everything but it could give Ren at outlet. Plus, although he didn’t want to assume, it sounded as if Ren didn’t mind the classical artist Will fell back into himself. As arrogant as Will could be, Kit knew that he was suffering just as much as everyone else was. And maybe Will’s coping methods would help others.

Won Hyunseon

As much as Ren disliked Will, he'd probably agree with Kit if he knew what he was thinking. His fingers switched strings gracefully, on autopilot as Ren put more emotion into the melody. Gently, he crossed his legs as he slipped into the comfort of the notes. He had attracted quite a crowd now, most of them silent, some of them whispering—he couldn't still couldn't hear them though. Even after he finished playing, he couldn't hear them, couldn't feel them. Then a slow, deliberate smile grew on his lips. He missed this a lot.

Kit

With Ren finishing up, Kit began to clap, and there was a slew of other people copying Kit's applause. It went on for nearly five minutes until the crowd dispersed. Moving upwards, Kit perched himself on the bench. "Has anyone told you how good you are on it?"

Won Hyunseon

The applause slowly brought Ren back to reality as the crowd began to disperse, and he opened his eyes, finding his brother next to him. It took him a second, but he cocked an eyebrow in questioning, even though he already had an answer to that. "Maybe, I don't know," he muttered, his line of sight traveling to the ground.

Kit

"It's nothing to be ashamed about," Kit pointed out as Ren's eyes travelled downwards, "I think you should be proud of it. It's not as if we were given room to make art before. Not as children. Not as teenagers." Of course, not that Kit could say the same. He had little actual hobbies save for eating and being around people. Still, he supported his brother's interests and he was happy wih that.

Won Hyunseon

Eating is not a hobby, but Ren wouldn't have had the energy to argue otherwise. He really should help Kit find more... normal hobbies. Or activities. Anything that didn't consist of just *eating* and relying on their metabolism to chew it all away. "I'm not ashamed of it," he said slowly—he wasn't, really. It was just an awkward thing to admit to himself. Especially when he had spent most of his time learning how to play the violin, criticizing every single thing he did. You know what they say. You're your harshest judge. "It's just been awhile."

Kit

"Then it was high time that you needed a reminder," Kit responded-his voice sharp, in a tone you'd usually find more from Ren than Kit. But they were brothers. Twin brothers. There were bound to be times where they sounded exactly the same. "It's not good to let yourself forget something like music."

Won Hyunseon

Ren was surprised to hear such a tone of voice from Kit. But then again, so much had changed over these past few months, Ren reminded himself, that it suddenly didn't seem so out of place. He inhaled sharply, feeling a stake of guilt, and lowered his violin into his lap. "We were... just taking a break from each other," he muttered eventually and looked up again, into the harsh sun beaming over the park. "But I guess you'll be glad to hear the break is over."

Kit

Kit beamed and back was normal him. Clapping his hands together, he said, “I am glad! At least I don’t have to be worried about your love life either. Officially dating your violin. So proud.”

Won Hyunseon

It was almost frightening how quickly Kit went back to normal, but Ren thought nothing of it as he put away his violin and grimaced at Kit's statement. "I'm not dating my violin, doofus," he muttered, loosening his bow before putting it in the case. "Speaking of dating, where's your... whatever. Are you even dating him? He seems to just show up and you tag along. It's weird."

Kit

”Oh, you mean Jinfeng?” He asked, visibly brightening at the name. “I’m not sure. I would like to date him. I don’t think he likes me in that way. At least he doesn’t think I’m boring like he use too. But I’m having brunch with him tomorrow. You can come if you want! I’m sure Jinfeng wouldn’t mind!”

Won Hyunseon

"Yeah, Jinfeng," he conceded, nodding when Kit mentioned his name. He watched the way his brother brightened up at it, and despite the fact that he found Jinfeng quite off-putting, he supposed he could tolerate him if he made Kit so happy. "Ask him out," he said simply. For Ren, it was self-explanatory, even if he's technically never asked anyone out or well, had a general interest in anyway. Ren's wondered if he's asexual before, but then decides he's not when he thinks a little harder about it. "Besides, I'm not tagging along with you on your little brunch date thingy. That'd just be weird. We're not attached at the hip or anything. You'll live without me."

Kit

"I might be able to live without you, but that doesn't mean I want too," Kit pointed out, "and I know we're not like that. I just thought you might like the company. Plus, I don't think either of you have ever had a real conversation before. Not that it matters, but it'd be nice, you know? If my brother got along with him too. And I can't just ask him out! What if he says no! I don't even know if he's into men." Kit's face turned a light shade of red at the idea and winced to himself.

Won Hyunseon

Ren supposed Kit had a point, but he still wasn't going. Not if he could help it. "Kit, when have I ever enjoyed the company of other people?" he says it as a joke, but the more he thinks about it, the more he realizes it might actually be true. Explains a lot, he supposed. "I'll talk to him when he brings you home," Ren decided, playing with the strap with his violin case. "What do you mean you can't just ask him out?" Ren muttered, like it was obvious. "It's not rocket science." He seemed to be completely ignoring Kit's bashfulness and blush. To him, he didn't see the big deal. "If he says no, he says no. There'll be others."

Kit

"Loads of times! You just don't like admitting to it," Kit shot back, a little miffed. Ren was right- they weren't joined at the hips. But that didn't mean Kit would let Ren isolate himself from society. They didn't have to be around each other twenty four seven on one condition-Ren would spend that free time with other people. As well as doing everything else he needed to do. "Yes, but...but they won't be Jinfeng. They wouldn't be the same."

Won Hyunseon

"Name one," Ren deadpanned, slinging his violin case back over his shoulder and stood up. And it's not like Ren intentionally isolate himself. He just doesn't see the purpose in talking to more people than he has to. Nothing wrong with that. "Great, now use that as motive to ask him out," Ren with said with a roll of his eyes. He seriously didn't seem to get the whole asking out thing. Why was it such a big deal? They're practically already dating anyway. Who takes someone to brunch?

Kit

"I don't want to risk our friendship," Kit said, following Ren's actions. Guess they were going home or something. "What if I'm just overthinking it all and he's just interested in being friends? It's nervewracking. Asking someone out...makes you quite vulnerable." Kit ignored the first question. If he said anyone's name, Ren would probably argue. But being around the trainwrecks...Kit suspected Ren had grown use to them.

Won Hyunseon

He guessed they were going home then. "Risk your friendship?" he snorted. Like many things Kit had said in the past several minutes, the concept seemed quite ridiculous. Oh wait until karma comes to bite you, buddy. "If you ask me, you two already bicker and banter like boyfriends. Only the thing that's missing the officialism," he said, fiddling with the sleeves of his sweater as he started to walk towards the perimeter of the park. "And yes, you're definitely overthinking it. But you don't know that unless you ask. So stop being so self-conscious about it and ask, moron."

Kit

"Fine, I might, but if he rejects me and breaks my heart. I'm blaming it all on you so you better be ready to watch sappy romance movies with me as I get over my heartbreak," Kit declared, pushing Ren lightly. "But do you really think we act like boyfriends? I always thought there'd be more flowers involved," he noted with a quiet hum.

Won Hyunseon

"Alright, but if you cry, don't get snot on my clothes," Ren said half-heartedly because he was much too amused to being very emotionally involved in Kit's struggle. Watching him fuss over some boy is honestly, quite entertaining. Though for a second, it crosses his mind that's he never had that experience before. He swats away before it can bloom into anything else. Best not to think about that. It's a good thing he doesn't. He'd probably scare them away. "I think you do," he said, looking over at Kit. "I don't know much about boyfriends I guess, since I've never had one, but watching movies and reading stuff, I don't know... you two just seem to have that chemistry. Plus, every relationship is different. Maybe he'll get you flowers later. Or the other way around, I guess."

Kit

Kit knew Ren would be in his position one day. Sooner or a later, someone will cross Ren's path. Kit did suspect Ren might be on the asexual spectrum. So it was okay if Ren turned them down but Kit knew there'd be options out there eventually. "Maybe if I send him a wall of flowers, he'll get the idea that I want some flowers too," he suggested, with a click of his fingers.

Won Hyunseon

Ren probably was. Who knows. The concept of dating and romance in general seemed completely foreign, and not in a bad a way. A just neutral, "cool, I guess" kind of way. Ren snickered at that. That was exactly the type of thing Kit would do. It's kind of painful how obvious Kit was, but he supposed maybe that was part of his charm. And who knows, maybe Kit's plan might actually work. Though, knowing what little he does of Jinfeng, Ren assumes he'd probably find it obnoxious. "Maybe," he eventually says, not necessarily encouraging, but not shutting him down. "Though, I wouldn't go with a *wall* per se."

Kit

"A mountain?" He suggested, rubbing his chin now deep in thought, "how many flowers do you think I'd need? A hundred? Maybe poppies, or violets. Rose can cut people and I wouldn't want to hurt Jinfeng. Maybe a mix of things. Daisy's, violets, poppies...lillys...what else is there available?"

Won Hyunseon

"That's not what I meant," he sighed but could only smile knowingly. Classic Kit. "You know, you should probably ask him if he's allergic to any flowers before you send him... what was it, a *mountain* of flowers," Ren points out, reaching the park entrance. "It'd be quite embarrassing if you sent him a mountain of flowers and he ends up sneezing all over the place because of it." It's only an idea that Ren sticks in Kit's head to tease, but the moment he says it, he realizes exactly how Kit is going to take it and grimaces.

Kit

"Oh my god, you're right!" Kit said, sounding absolutely horrified at the idea. "Death by flowers isn't the way anyone wants to go. Oh, what if he's allergic to everything? Chocolate! Flowers! What am I going to do for Valentines day? Cupcakes? I can give him cupcakes. Do you think he'd find it strange if I texted him about his allergies?"

Won Hyunseon

Ren can only snicker. Sure, he's inclined to be a good brother and help, but he figures he can laugh now and help later. He likes to pretend he's not finding his brother's panic funny but honestly it's hilarious, and he can't stop chuckling out loud. "I doubt it," he eventually says, about the allergy thing. On a serious note, it's a good thing he did bring up the allergy thing. Kit would be devastated if he accidentally hurt Jinfeng with his present. He knew his brother too well. "Besides, it's just cupcakes. There's not much to be allergic to in there."

Kit

"He could be gluten free! Although, now that I think about it, I think I've seen him seen stuff with gluten in it. SO I don't think he is," Kit said before shrugging, pulling out his HC to text Jinfeng. "I'll text him just in case." He was ignoring Ren's laughter. He wasn't sure why he was laughing at this. It was a very serious issue.

Won Hyunseon

Ren still couldn't stop laughing but he let his brother do his thing. To be honest, he'd rather have Kit irrationally fuss over a boy than be worried about him, so if anything, he should be thanking this Jinfeng fellow. "You do that," he drifts off, as they near the park entrance and Ren steps out of the park.

Kit

With the text being sent, he closed the thing down before scampering after Ren. Being able to text and walk? Wasn't Kit's forte. "Do we have any allergies? I've forgotten. We don't, do we?" He asked, as the thought slipped into his mind.

Won Hyunseon

Ren rolled his eyes and shook his head, finally calming himself from dying of laughter earlier. "No, we don't have any allergies. But I doubt that'd stop you anyway. You eat just about anything," Ren sighed, slipping his hands into his pockets as he looked around for a bus stop.

Fang Liuxian

Liuxian was riding through the streets of Central city, passing by the park, when he spotted the twins. It took a moment to figure out where he'd met them but eventually the golden lightbulb went off. Alex's brother. Brothers apparently. Swerving onto the pavement, he parked with ease. "Kit!" He called out with a lazy grin, swinging off the bike. "Long time no see." However, his eyes were on Ren. (It wasn't hard to tell who was who. Kit had the same obnoxious smile that Liuxian had met him with). Maybe it was the way the boy had laughed, the way his eyes scrunched up, that had caught Liuxian's curiousity. Or maybe it was the violin case.

Kit

"Oh, hey, Liuxian," he said, knowing exactly who the boy was, before smiling, "didn't expect to see you here."

Won Hyunseon

Ren raised an eyebrow at the new appearance. Sure, Kit's allowed to go out on his own and make friends and stuff, but he's slightly surprised he never heard about it. Or heard about whoever this... guy is. Liuxian? He should probably ask if that's his name because he honestly wasn't paying too much attention. Really, Ren's kind of looking right through this guy and admiring his bike a little because he's never had one and he kind of finds them cool. "You two know each other," Ren eventually stated, looking back to the two of them. "Should I leave you alone then?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. And then as a last minute-stint, he said, "Ah, don't worry, I won't tell Jinfeng."

Kit

"Why wouldn't you tell Jinfeng?" He asked, looking over too Ren, obliviously confused at the insinuation. "But yeah, we've met. Briefly. He's a friend of Alex's friend. Jade Porter. I don't know if you've met her."

Fang Liuxian

Liuxian watched the two boys interact before walking over to them, though he was slightly more positioned in front of Ren than Kit. "Because I believe Jinfeng might be jealous. Your boyfriend, I presume?" He asked, holding his hand out too Ren, still essentially refusing to look at Kit and deviate his eyes. "I don't think you should leave, not at all. Don't let me interrupt. You must be Kit's brother...?"

Won Hyunseon

"His boyfriend," Ren, though there was definitely no truth to the claim whatsoever. He just liked teasing Kit, while he was in the mood at least. Almost it seem like nothing had changed. Almost. Internally, Ren grimaces and pushes the thought of that down as he slowly
takes in Liuxian in front of him. He's holding out his hand for some reason, and Ren manages to take it in enough time not to look like an idiot, but slow enough to show his hesitance. He's never been quick to trust. "Ren," he said, tilting his head as he studied Liuxian's face with just slightly narrowed eyes. He didn't bother to make his distrust subtle as he dropped his hand to his side. "And you are Liuxian, apparently." He nodded his head towards the motorbike behind him. "Nice bike."

Fang Liuxian

Liuxian was use to people not trusting anyone. In his own household, trust wasn't something that was real. With lawyers as parents, Liuxian was always distinctly aware that someone you trust was usually the one to murder you. So he didn't hold it against Ren to not trust Liuxian. "Thank you," Liuxian said as he gripped the other boy's hand, shaking it firmly. "I'd like to say I made it myself but I didn't. It was a gift from my dad."

Kit

"He's not my boyfriend," Kit pointed out, rather indignantly, but his eyes were flicking in between the both of them. Though his matchmaking days were long gone, remnants of it was still there at thee back of Kit's mind. Just maybe...

Won Hyunseon

Ren was tempted to make a quip about how he couldn't relate, obviously because both their parents were dead and the only other parental figure they've ever had was a half-dead witch supreme who forced them to kill politicians for "justice"—but then decided it was too dark with the context behind it and buried it, thinking of a better, less curiosity-inducing response. "He has good taste." And then he turns to Kit. "He's your boyfriend," he deadpans, with no room for argument. "And if not, you're going to make him your boyfriend right?" he hints, nudging Kit a little. "You'll ask and it'll go well. And then I'll gloat about being right. Or something like that."

Kit

Kit rolled his eyes over at Ren. "I'll see how the day goes," he said before looking at his HC. "But I have to go somewhere, anyway. I promised Will I'd help him with grocery shopping and I'd hate to keep him waiting."

Fang Liuxian

Liuxian rocked back on his heels as he watched the two brother's interact with one another. It was both strange and, quite frankly, boring. When Kit suggested leaving, Liuxian almost breathed out a sigh of relief. Good. "Thank you, he certainly likes to think he does as well."

Won Hyunseon

Ren swatted Kit's shoulder when he caught the eyeroll but didn't make much more comment on that. It was obvious Jinfeng asked Kit on a date (Jinfeng, asking anyone to go out for brunch? sounds fishy) and honestly, the only thing Ren cared about besides Kit's happiness was getting to say "I told you so". "Will grocery shops?" Ren muttered out loud, but let Kit go, even if the prospect of Will eating anything but pasta that someone else didn't buy seems extremely absurd. So soon, he was left alone with Liuxian, who quite frankly, he had kind of forgotten was there. What? Ren just didn't find him very memorable. It took him a second to remember whatever the heck he was talking about, but when he did, he leaned against the park walls and tilted his head back. "Do you not agree? Or are your tastes just different?"

Kit

"Not like Alex and Zero do it," he responded before tilting his head too Liuxian and waving goodbye to the both of them. Within a matter of seconds, he was gone. Disappearing into the crowds that weaved through the streets.

Fang Liuxian

"I don't know," he answered honestly, turning his head to look at the bike. "I think it does look good. Objectively. But he's compensating for other things that, for me, well it ruined it. Does your brother usually leave you in the middle of the street?"

Won Hyunseon

"Ah." Kit left. Ren is processing Liuxian's response. He kicks off the wall and walks over to the bike. "Compensating?" he repeated. Oh, how he knows about that. But those are stories for another day. Curiously, he runs his fingers over the leather seating, and then swiftly hops onto the bike. Then he looks back to Liuxian as he finishes speaking. "Well, no. Not until recently," he says nonchalantly before jutting his head to the spot behind him. "Sit. I'd hate to test your bike out without you on it." Ren's had quite an experience with motorbikes and the like. They were always his favorite mode of transport on travel missions. Something about riding them just gave him a sense of freedom he never really had with anything else. Not even with music or designing. He's thought about getting a bike before, but never went through with it. And now that he has the opportunity to ride one again, not like he's just gonna pass that up.

Fang Liuxian

Liuxian was opening his mouth to respond-some vague answer that dodged the question. Liuxian was in no mood to discuss his family situation and how both his fathers were too stubborn too reconcile with one another. It had been a few years since the case and the situation wasn't improving. Sometimes it seemed that Liuxian was the only one who missed how close they all use to be. However, he was cut short when Ren pushed past him and jerked forward when hee slipped onto the bike. Liuxian's first thought was that Ren was going to steal it. Could you blame him? A stranger was now sitting on *his* bike. What other conclusion he was going to come too. "I don't usually let strangers, even hot ones, ride my bike," Liuxian pointed out, his voice rather cold and static, as he walked over to Ren and shoved his helmet into the other boy's chest. "But at least wear a helmet."

Won Hyunseon

Good thing Liuxian never responded. Ren has to be admit, he wasn't the slightest bit interested. He was a thousand times more interested in taking this bad boy for a ride though. Both the bike and Liuxian, he supposed. If you could even call him that. Is Liuxian a bad boy? Why was he thinking about this? He flipped the helmet in his hands and shot Liuxian a sort of grin that could only be described as devilish. A expression unsuited for Ren, but at the same time, fit him perfectly well. "Glad you find me hot." He slips the helmet over his head and squeezes the handlebars, enjoying the sound of the motorbike's revving motors. "But hook me up with a bike and then we'll talk," he finishes, before kicking back the stand and taking off down the road.

Fang Liuxian

If you judged him off his leather jacket and gelled back hair, one might assume Liuxian is a bad boy. "I feel like you know how good you look if you have an identical twin," he mumbled, more so to himself. However, he found himself swinging onto the back of the bike, lightly holding Ren at the hip. The helmet was the only helmet that he had, so he was bare faced. Hopefully, this guy could drive. "Maybe if you prove to me you're safe, I'll think about it," he responded, rather dryly. When Ren shot down the road, he began to squint, his hair flying with the wind, and his grip on Ren tightened just a little bit.

Won Hyunseon

Ren hears him, but he definitely ignores the twin comment and tears down the street. He's elated when he recognizes the hover function on Liuxian's bike and quickly switches into hover gear, lifting them off the ground flawlessly. It's very clear in the first few minutes that this isn't Ren's first rodeo, as he expertly navigates throughout the city, hands tight on bike handlebars, working the breaks and the steering with such precision, it was short of unbelievable. Yeah, Liuxian should totally tell his dad to get Ren a bike. He yelled into the wind, an usual sound of joy Ren doesn't really make, which means he's definitely smiling in his helmet as he leans forward. "Having fun yet?"

Fang Liuxian

Liuxian liked to be alive. Sure, it wasn't the best occupation, but he had nothing against it. So when Ren discovered the hovering abilities, liuxian found himself wrapping his arms around Ren's stomach. Just because, if he fell off, Liuxian was probably a goner. Of course, Liuxian didn't know Ren, so he wouldn't have realised how rare that yell of ecstasy was, so he didn't pay too much attention too it. But he was glad to know Ren was having fun on his bike. "Whoever said I wasn't already having fun?" Liuxian yelled back. Liuxian had refrained from saying how much he liked to ride his bike and there nights where he'd spent shooting through the city too clear his head. He was more relieved about how good Ren was rather than being impressed. His own safety was the top of his mind. Also, Liuxian was protective of his vehicle and his own paranoia overpowered any other reaction. He might actually get this guy a bike just too ward him off riding Liuxian's.

Won Hyunseon

It wasn't very hard to "discover". The shift was right there. Although Ren didn't particularly mind being held on to so tightly, he figured Liuxian was overreacting. "I'm not feeling much excitement from you back there," he said with a shrug. "I almost forgot you were behind me. Ignoring your death grip on my abdomen."the

Fang Liuxian

"Is it a common thing? For twins to be the exact opposite?" Liuxian asked, "because your brother is a lot more upbeat than you are, apparently. Not that his company isn't exhausting but my point stands. But really, you must excuse me, I don't exactly trust anyone other than myself controlling this thing."

Won Hyunseon

Liuxian's comment reminded him about how he met this guy in the first place. Apparently, Kit and him were familiar with each other. Not even bothering to answer Liuxian's intital question, Ren says, "How'd you meet Kit?" He really can't help but notice how easily 'Kit' slips out now. He used to have such strong resistance to using the name, but he hadn't even noticed himself getting more comfortable with using it. How the time passes.

Fang Liuxian

"Run through the same social circles Jade Porter and Alex...Bellrose, I believe. So we've brushed paths," Liuxian answered. "He seems nice," he tacked on, out of politeness than anything else.

Won Hyunseon

Alex, of course. For someone who seemed so strangely reclusive, she sure seemed to be familiar with a lot of people. Jade Porter he knows less, but it's probably one of Alex's friends. Not anyone he's ever seen around and could put a face to though. Oh... wait a second. She's Soongi's friend. *And* Alex's sister. Ah. Fair enough. "Kit? Yeah, that's the only thing his only brain cell can manage to be," he said. "That or off the rails."

Fang Liuxian

"Sounds exhausting, guess I might just hang around with you instead," Liuxian noted, his tone dry. He was assuming, of course, that Ren had zapped up all the braincells in the womb, which left Kit with one. So Ren was the easier option.

Won Hyunseon

"It *is* exhausting," he muttered under his breath. He stopped at a red light, albeit, a little suddenly, but he was well enough behind the stop line for it not to be a problem. Besides, fast and sudden was how he liked it. It was more fun that way. For Liuxian's credit, probably was true, but in the same way, it made Ren more difficult than Kit in certain ways.

Fang Liuxian

Liuxian found himself slamming into Ren's body closer than he already was and frowned. "Can you not be so hard on the breaks? You'll damage them," he huffed out, digging his fingers into Ren's stomach as a warning jab.

Won Hyunseon

Ren rolled his eyes, quietly hissing at the jab into his stomach. "Chill, what's the point of joyriding without any risk?" He squirmed and huffed, tilting his head the side as he waited for the light to change colors, wondering briefly why Kit had left him with this guy. He was better off just stealing his bike and going. But he doesn't steal anymore, of course.

Fang Liuxian

Liuxian might have actually contacted his other dad to bring the full force of the law down onto Ren if he had stolen the bike. He knew who Ren was, or he knew his brother, so it wouldn't be difficult to track him down. Of course, a stealing ex-assassin might not look to well for the assassins' public image that so many are desperate to build. Including Liuxian's father. But Liuxian didn't know that yet. "I might agree with that if it were me driving or another vehicle," he responded, with his own roll of his eyes, "but I spent a lot of time building this thing."

Won Hyunseon

~~Jokes on Liuxian, Ren wouldn't have left any tracks~~. "You don't trust me?" Ren said with mock hurt in his voice. For once, he couldn't care less about it. He was... relaxing. Wrecked motorbike or not as the result, it was better than the past few months had to offer. "I thought you said it was gift," he replied, unimpressed.

Fang Liuxian

"It was. Technically. They bought me all the things I needed. I've modified it," Liuxian responded, "and it's not that I don't trust you-" he doesn't "-it's just that I've just met you and you share DNA with Kit. No offence. But I wouldn't trust Kit with this."

Won Hyunseon

The moment the light turned green, Ren was off, down the road again—at a reasonable pace, to ease Liuxian's incessant worrying. He realized after a second he had no true destination, and then decided, for once, to trust his gut and see where it takes him. As result, his body relaxes, and he nearly misses Liuxian's comment. "You have no idea what Kit can do," Ren said simply, and then left it at that. Because really, Kit was as capable as he was at driving a motorbike. It's just it's not something he'd do. Unless he needed too. Although, Kit could be spontaneous like that at times.

Fang Liuxian

"I'll take your word for it," Liuxian said after a touch of hesitation. He knew what the twins were. What they used to be. His father had a whole list and Liuxian had gone through it out of curiousity. He must admit, he was surprised to find Kit's name on there.

Won Hyunseon

He snorts, more in the irony of it than at Liuxian's statement itself. "Glad to know," he says, after turning down a street known to lead to the outskirts of town. Close to one of Gaian's national parks. Though, he really couldn't remember which one. They had a few around the area. "Do anything else except ride motorbikes and make questionable company?" He meant Kit, but he wouldn't disagree with Liuxian if he felt Ren applied to this category as well.

Fang Liuxian

Liuxian got the Kit vibe and made a face. Last time he heard, they were on good terms. A lot better relationship than he had with his own twin, regardless. "Of course I do, I tell stories. I go to libraries and volunteer to read stories too little kids," he said with little shame. He loved seeing their faces and excitement. "I also study law."

Won Hyunseon

Without a second thought, Ren said, "You sound like a puppy." Not to be mean or anything, but that was just the vibe Liuxian gave him. An annoyingly content puppy, which probably wasn't the case, he knew people were more nuanced than that—but Liuxian was literally like a dog. "I assume you like kids then?" Not that Ren didn't, it's just the only experience he's ever had with kids is those of his own age, and teenagers are kind of shitty, you know? "That's cool, I guess." The last part both intrigued him and made him weary. He studied law, which definitely meant he'd know something about the upcoming court case. He had no doubt it was being used as an example to law students everywhere, considering it was literally the biggest story of the decade, and probably the century. "Law student..." he hummed thoughtfully. "Sounds fun."

Fang Liuxian

"Nothing wrong with that," Liuxian said with a shrug, "I, for one, quite like puppies. Though I thought you'd be use to people who personified puppies? Kit strikes me as a labrador, if I'm honest. And sure, I don't mind them. It's nice to think I have a good impact on their days. Some of them might not have anything else going on for them. Still, I like to volunteer and it's either with them or a nursing home." Liuxian wasn't oblivious to the pause as he contemplated Liuxian being a law student and no doubt he was thinking about the upcoming court case. That Liuxian wasn't going to bring up. "It's just a lot of reading. I haven't quite reached the fun stuff."

Won Hyunseon

Liuxian was right, there was nothing wrong with that, but Ren felt miffed he felt the need to point it out. "Kit *is* a labrador," he corrected. "Get him buzzed on sugar, he kind of becomes a corgi too. But yes, I'm used to puppy personified people, we've been together all my life so." The town was beginning to thin out into the suburbs as Ren kept going, and he could see the beginnings of more forestry as they went along. He contemplated the information Liuxian was giving him though. Nursing home, huh? He can't say he's surprised. The more he learns about Liuxian, the more he feels like he knows what he's going to say next. "There's fun stuff in law?" he asked incredulously. He wouldn't know, if it wasn't for the court case, he wouldn't care either. His head is in fashion and music, and that's just about all.

Fang Liuxian

"Of course," he said with a grin, "locking away the real bad guys? Uncovering the mess people create? I think it's great fun. I'm hoping one day I'll have done enough to become a judge. I don't want to go into government so it's one way I can get involved with shaping society, you know? Because they make the laws but it's the court system is who interprets it all, you know?"

Won Hyunseon

"Court systems are corrupted by personal bias," Ren replied, though recognizing it was a slightly obnoxious thing to say. Technically, he wasn't wrong. The juries that typically decided the innocence of a defendant, had their own personal biases, even if they didn't know the defendant in question. It's nearly impossible for that bias not to bleed into their decisions. "It must be... *fun* to organize the court case it self," he muttered, turning around a corner and slowing down as the speed limits got stricter. "But it must be infuriating to actually deal with. Especially because no matter what side of the case you're on—defender or prosecutor—you'll never know completely what the other side has up their sleeve. You don't know how the jury feels about the certain groups that the defendant or the victim may identify as. There's so many parts of justice systems that are unreliable." He paused for a second, realizing his attempt to avoid sounding obnoxious must've been completely abandoned somewhere in his blunt rambling. "But it is the closest thing we have to actual justice... so, fair."

Fang Liuxian

"You're right it is," he agreed, "both unreliable and the closest thing we have. We can put up measures, making sure all evidence is shared with both teams. But it ends up with teams trying to bog down the other side with meaningless evidence so they don't find the needed one. And the jury may be biased, but it's intended to represent the community and allow them to have a say. If we did just with the judge then we'll have the same accusations people might give politicians. That they're exclusive and cut off from the reality. There's no easy answer to it. But we can do our best. Best to defend the innocent and those at risk."

Won Hyunseon

He's mostly thinking as Liuxian's speaking, not much about what's he's saying—but just thinking in general. His mind is in a different place completely by the time Liuxian finishes, but he nods to pretend he was playing along. Even though he's pretty sure Liuxian won't notice the nod. They're nearing the edge of the suburb now, towards the forest, and Ren is already preparing himself for rough, dirt roads, and the smell of shrubbery all around him. Finally, he musters a stoic, "Fair."

Fang Liuxian

"But I suppose you're not that interested in the legal system," he said as Ren finally said something. Ren was a lot more....quieter than Kit. His grip on Ren was beginning to tighten as he realised where they were headed. "You know, most people would assume you're taking me to a private place to murder me. A clear example of: stranger danger."

Won Hyunseon

Ren almost manages a chuckle at Liuxian response, but what the other gets instead is a short, amused snort. At the suggestion of murder, Ren's shoulders tensed a little but beyond that, he tried to make his discomfort as hidden as possible. "Well, I hope you're not most people because I'm not taking you to a forest to kill you."

Fang Liuxian

"Got you," Liuxian said as he heard the snort. "And, oh good then, I always wanted to die more dramatically. Like, I don't know, dying of old age. In this day and age, it seems to be rebellious thing to do. You know, you're a very mysterious type of person. You know that, don't you?"