[ a thin blush stained his cheeks but the images of the past flashed through his mind, one after another. all blurring together into a myriad mess of memories. there were the good and the bad, the ugly and the beautiful, all combining into his life experience above ground. ]

I will gladly tell you all the stories you'd like to hear. I used to love going to jazz clubs, sitting in some dark corner off to the side to not make anytime too unease. You know the prickle you get on the back of your neck? When your hair stands up and you just feel something? [ he paused, eyes closed for a moment. ] That's me - one of mine around.

I'm not sure if I looked good in the suits but I sure did like them. [ in the underworld, he usually wore robes and the like. mortal clothing choices were very different. ]

Hyunki, you are a beautiful thing and what makes me happy - [ he lifted his head to look up at hyunki. ] If I'm having a good dream, it is because of you. [ the bad dreams, the downright horrorific nightmares hadn't happened with hyunki yet, other than during their first meeting with one another. ] You are my dream.