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002 | oh, it's 2pm. time for tea!

THE SKY WAS ETERNALLY WRENCHED APART BY A BROKEN MOON, here in the supernatural world—PLETHORA. in this realm, a sinister half-moon dominated the stretches of it's lavender sky—supposedly grinning down at the beings harboring the lands it stared down upon. here the moon had as much character as the people of this world did, ecstatic at never having to share it's domain with another celestial body (much unlike the addition of the sun in earth's spatial plane)—however that also meant the citizens of plethora wouldn't have the same experience those on earth had—in the way they embraced their own sun. though, ghosts and the supernatural alike had their own way of making up for their missing sun, in the form of a bioluminescent world and interesting personalities.

the world here glowed on ends meet. with it looking as if it'd been pulled out of some halloween-esque world, it's nature and people alike coming in a variety of colors. translucent waterfalls of gemstones and fallen stars rode out from violet-tinctured clouds—serving as a form of light provided across the dark corners of the supernatural realm. the forestry and grounds here glowed a series of blues, purples, greens: colors galore—as did come their ghostly inhabitants. plethora in it's entirety had been a complete mystery, but one thing was certain. nothing could dream of being considered ordinary here, nothing in the slightest.

sighing contentedly as he peered out at the glow-in-the-dark lands through a window chipped at it's corners, sat a boy bearing a lax expression. bearing midnight locks (that many could swear glowed blue under some fractions of light) and deep viridian orbs, his clothes mimicked his personality as they took on a simple, yet mysterious theme. a white t-shirt paired with an old sunset-themed windbreaker, inky ripped jeans, and white sneakers that never touched the ground—he took another sip of his drink (green tea held elegantly in it's porcelain cup), hiding his smirk as he felt another presence (besides the bubbly blonde sitting across from him) approaching, at an alarming rate at that.

"so then he just—, hey! are you even listening?" another teen, a bit older than the bluenette he was referring to, cried out with a small frown etched on his face. this teen had hair reminiscent of the sun this world never had, platinum locks brighter than the stars but certainly not brighter than his own smile—complimenting deep lavender eyes the shade of plethora's eternal night-sky. the blonde wore a tropical themed white button-up, midnight-shaded shorts that stopped a bit before his knees, and white sneakers bearing a trail of flames along their sides. with his ears perking up at the sudden sounds of wind-whipping and the blonde's excessive whines, the bluenette directed his green orbs towards his fellow ghost.

"sorry hoseok, i just thought that you shouldn't keep talking about someone who'll be bursting through the door," it was then that the doors to the cafe the duo resided in was sprung open, slamming back onto the walls of the building. "cause it looks like a certain redhead's come back." the boy finished, before hoseok floated down to the steaming teen arriving through tattered doors.

"welcome back v!" the blonde cheered as he circled around the mentioned teen. bearing crimson locks and mismatched orbs, an annoyed expression was etched upon his face as silky auburn bangs curtained scrunched eyebrows. not having enough energy to muster so much as a hello back to the bubbly ghost, taehyung chose to instead nod off in hoseok's direction before floating up to where the bluenette sat—right below the cafe's ceiling as the chinaware, chairs, and table alike seemed suspended midair. taking a seat on the floating chair across from the teen, (much to a certain blonde's dismay as that'd been his own seat) the redhead was followed by hoseok opting to taking the seat beside him. "so tell me taehyung, any luck today?" the bluenette smirked knowingly as his grassy gaze met mismatched orbs.