[ it's the kind of text he'd more expect himself to send. there's no frills, no overt sense of niceties, and perhaps it's precisely because of that... it feels familiar to him somehow. it's true that he was interested in seeing the man again. he clearly had an unusual ability to adapt to his surroundings. it was only a day prior to the aftermath of their mission that his arm still appeared to be detached or difficult to control—
and yet, the results were inarguable. yuwon was the type to place the most stock into what was actually achieved vs. the minute details. hence, he decides not to sweat on their awkward second encounter. that said, he texts back an Okay. before he ends up heading to the specified location.
per usual, he comes exactly on time. not too early, not too late. when he gets there, it's clear this man looks... troubled somehow. or maybe it's just yuwon thinking everyone here seems to have some sort of unspoken baggage. but, instead of addressing it, he says: ]
I've never had someone ask me out with such a sour face before. [ not that yuwon necessarily looks enthused, either. but, listen. ]
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and yet, the results were inarguable. yuwon was the type to place the most stock into what was actually achieved vs. the minute details. hence, he decides not to sweat on their awkward second encounter. that said, he texts back an Okay. before he ends up heading to the specified location.
per usual, he comes exactly on time. not too early, not too late. when he gets there, it's clear this man looks... troubled somehow. or maybe it's just yuwon thinking everyone here seems to have some sort of unspoken baggage. but, instead of addressing it, he says: ]
I've never had someone ask me out with such a sour face before. [ not that yuwon necessarily looks enthused, either. but, listen. ]