(Yup I think we're just going to gloss over all of the above xD)

Yvonne shook her head. He was too reckless. One of these days, something was going to happen. She wasn't sure what exactly that something was, but it was going to happen. "Well, nice to meet you, Kyong." She paused before asking, "Did I say that right? Your name, I mean." Despite the fact he had just pronounced his own name, she wasn't sure if she had said it the way it was meant to be said. Yvonne was once more fretting over trivial things.

She fell silent, nodding to show she understood. She watched him leave, and because she had nothing better to do, she followed him, looking at the book he had grabbed. Of course, she had no idea what it was about, but she wasn't bothered enough to ask, either. She chided herself, telling herself that she seriously needed to stay in her lane and not overextend her welcome.

So, she began to wander around the house, trying to find the guest bedroom.

The house wasn't too confusing to figure out. There were only three rooms that had doors to them. One had a sign hanging off of it, written in Korean, but in small letters under it, Kyong Yun was written there. One of the doors was opened practically all the way up, and in it was a plain bedroom. There was a desk, which had a pen cup with a few pencils and pens in it, and a few books, in Korean, lined up at the back of the desk, but there wasn't much else to the room other than a bed with a sheet. It was pretty easy to assume the last door was a bathroom of some sort.

Kyong, still sitting on the couch, sighed and set the book down, mumbling to himself in Korean. While he didn't mind having people over, some weird feeling he couldn't understand was stirring up inside him. What was it? Guilt? Envy? He'd never really felt those before, so it confused him. He leaned forward on the chair, putting a hand up to his head.

He probably just needed to eat. All this thinking was giving him a headache. He got up and walked over to the kitchen, grabbing out the bowls of soba and the egg. Carefully, he set the two halves of the egg into the bowls, one for each. He grabbed the seaweed packet, grabbing a sheet and breaking it into small pieces to go on top. Finally, he grabbed two pairs of chopsticks, taking both bowls into the living room.

He set one bowl in front of him on the couch, and the other one a bit further from him, setting down a pair of chopsticks next to the other bowl. He sat down in front of his own bowl, beginning to eat.

She held the sign in a hand for a second, wondering if the Korean spelled his name or if it read 'Kyong's bedroom' or something along those lines. Deciding not to dwell on it, she let the sign go, letting it fall back against the door and moved on to what was assumably the guest bedroom. She walked inside, looking around. She wasn't at all bothered by the simpleness of it; if it had been extravagant or anything, it might've just been too much. She glanced at the books, and upon the inability to read them, she left them where they were. Yvonne was also grateful that the room was clean and not obviously recently used.

She sat on the bed, testing out the mattress. To her, it wasn't bad at all. She was worried she wouldn't get much sleep anyway, however. Yvonne sighed and stood, tired of worrying and complaining to herself already. She ran her fingers along the desk as she moved to leave, if not just to feel the cool material.

Yvonne made her way back out to the kitchen after a quick glance into the third room, just to be sure that it was a bathroom. As she entered the living room, she saw Kyong eating and noticed the second bowl. This led her to wonder if he had enough food. Y'know, if she ended up staying for longer than a night. That was a big if, though. This man was still a stranger to her, besides the fact she knew his name.

He stared at the book on the table for a good minute while eating, thinking about Yvonne and what she would have to do to trigger those memories to come back. He was giving himself another headache thinking about it, so he simply shook his head, eating his food.

As Kyong noticed Yvonne walk back in, he finished the bite he was on, and looked over to her. "Come eat." He invited her over, giving a kind smile. He then continued eating, not bothering to look back up to see if she was going to eat.

While Kyong seemed normal at first glance, his eyes always had a strange, unfaltering glint. It most definitely wasn't something you'd usually see. It wasn't anything malicious or bad, but it seemed inhuman.

Otherwise, he seemed perfectly normal. He did also act quite weird at times, with the body and stuff, but he was completely normal otherwise.

Yvonne nodded. "Okay, thanks." She moved to sit down, picking up the bowl meant for her. She picked up the chopsticks and attempted to eat with them. She struggled with them for a few minutes before getting the hang of it. For now, she ignored the strange glint in his eyes that never seemed to go away.

(I apologize for the short responses, it's a busy day :P)

He gave a quick nod, finishing his food not long after she began eating. He stood up and walked to the kitchen, putting his bowl in the sink with the chopsticks. He walked back out and grabbed the book again, putting the bookmark on the page and putting it back on the shelf. "I'm going to sleep. Don't break anything."

He walked over to his room, closing the door behind him as he walked in. Going over and sitting on the bed. He put one of his hands on his head, holding his other one in front of him and watching as black tendrils flew out of it, wrapping around his hand like snakes.

"What a weird power. Who knows why I got it." He sighed, watching as the tendrils retreated back into his hand. He took his coat off and threw it across the room, flopping backwards on his bed. He very quickly drifted off to sleep.

(No worries!)

Yvonne snorted in response. She wasn't sure what it was about her that made him think that she was going to break something, but she definitely didn't plan on breaking anything. She kept eating her food and wondered if maybe it was just something he had to say to her to make himself feel a little better.

(I can definitely see her breaking something now xD)

She finished her meal and then went to put her bowl in the sink, unsure if the chopsticks were reusable or not. She didn't really tend to use them often. So, she put her bowl in the sink and her chopsticks next to where Kyong had set his. Yvonne felt a little bad, wondering if she should do the dishes or something. It only took her a second to decide not to. She waved the burden off, but she wasn't tired at all. And she couldn't read any of the books here, and she had virtually nothing to do. Lovely.

Eventually, after wandering around some more, she retired to the guest room, shutting her door. She took off her jacket, the notepad falling out. Well, she could work on that. Yvonne kicked her shoes off and looked at the notepad, reading and rereading the words that were written on the piece of paper. Not for the money or fame, just because he wants to.

Very soon after he went to sleep, he woke back up, having even more of a headache than he did before. He groaned and sat up, staring at the wall for a good 5 minutes. He didn't know why he had a headache, nor did he like it. He got up and walked back out of his room, making his way over to the kitchen and looking through the cabinets.

(Honestly, Kyong will go berserk on her if she breaks anything, that's why he warned her lol)

Soon, he found a bottle of headache medicine, opening it and taking two pills dry. He walked out to the living room and sat on the couch, leaning back, not being bothered to go back to his room while he waited for the pills to kick in. He kicked his legs onto the table, bored and waiting for this damned headache of his to go away.

He knew it wasn't from being the Silver Killer, since he'd done it a ton of times without issue. Maybe it was due to using his magic on Yvonne? He didn't understand why his magic went out of control either. It was all too confusing for him to figure out.

Yvonne didn't know it, but her sleep schedule used to be terrible, and it still was. That's why she wasn't tired, and all this trying to figure out what she had written down was not helping. There were so many possibilities of what it meant, what it was alluding to, and who 'he' was....She sighed, flipping onto her stomach, attempting to toss the notepad onto the desk. She missed, and it hit the floor. She would pick it up in the morning.

(That's very fair xD)

She rested her head on the pillow and just...waited. Sleep seemed to be avoiding her at all costs at the moment, and it was going to drive her insane if she had to wait much longer. She tossed and turned and just couldn't seem to get comfortable enough. She pulled the phone out of her pocket, pressing the power button. Her lock screen lit up, and she attempted to enter her password, but she had no idea what it could be, and she had accidentally locked her phone for a while.

Considering nothing had really changed, she didn't bother to try again and was quite tempted to throw her phone, but she didn't want to break anything. That wouldn't be very guest-like. So, she just set it down on the bed next to her.

(I made Kyong a Toyhouse bio!)

He stared at the wall for a good minute or two, thinking about what could cause the many things that have happened as of recently. Kyong sighed, looking up at the roof and practically blinding himself with the light. He didn't want to deal with this headache anymore (Though he was probably making it worse by staring at a bright light), and did not want to deal with whatever was happening with Yvonne.

He was tired, but he couldn't sleep. Maybe it was his magic messing with him since he used it when he wasn't clinically insane. It bothered him quite a bit. He decided to simply ignore it for now, though, trying to let his mind wander to something else.

He held his hand up, staring at it with confusion and a hint of curiosity. He didn't understand his magic, even if he'd had it now for over 10 years. It confused him, made him question the likes of this world. Since the light started to make his headache worse, he sent out a black tendril to the light switch, turning it off and leaving him in the dim light coming from the kitchen, which he liked. Wasn't too bright and also wasn't too dark.

(An idea, Yvonne walks in on him using his powers :>)