Why are there so many messages filling his phone. It's a challenge to scan each line of text and keep his eyes on the road at the same time, so he first focuses on powering his wobbly wheels to what should be his last stop before reaching the senior agent. The plush doll in his breast pocket has been complaining the whole trip, lamenting the brutish labor this bureau puts him up to. Soleum ignores his prattling. ]
Ah, no, no… Calm down, Agent Choi, please. It's nothing like that.
I picked up a passenger is all.
Oh I see you
[ The hand holding his phone waves out at Agent Choi, and once it's safe to cross, Soleum glides past the other pedestrians. There's listless young boy in his backseat. ]
A-Again, I apologize for the delay…!
[ Soleum unsaddles from the bicycle, deciding to walk the rest of the way to meet him. Flushed face, the front of his hair is wetly plastered to his forehead. He clearly appears to want to crouch to his knees and take a breather. ]
There was just a lot going on back there. Um, this — [ He glances at the child, swinging legs that were much too short to reach the pedals he's seated over. ] He kept grabbing my bike, saying it was his. He wouldn't let go. He seemed to want to get to the other side of the street, but wasn't sure how…
So I thought you might have better luck talking to him.
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Why are there so many messages filling his phone. It's a challenge to scan each line of text and keep his eyes on the road at the same time, so he first focuses on powering his wobbly wheels to what should be his last stop before reaching the senior agent. The plush doll in his breast pocket has been complaining the whole trip, lamenting the brutish labor this bureau puts him up to. Soleum ignores his prattling. ]
Ah, no, no… Calm down, Agent Choi, please. It's nothing like that.
I picked up a passenger is all.
Oh I see you
[ The hand holding his phone waves out at Agent Choi, and once it's safe to cross, Soleum glides past the other pedestrians. There's listless young boy in his backseat. ]
A-Again, I apologize for the delay…!
[ Soleum unsaddles from the bicycle, deciding to walk the rest of the way to meet him. Flushed face, the front of his hair is wetly plastered to his forehead. He clearly appears to want to crouch to his knees and take a breather. ]
There was just a lot going on back there. Um, this — [ He glances at the child, swinging legs that were much too short to reach the pedals he's seated over. ] He kept grabbing my bike, saying it was his. He wouldn't let go. He seemed to want to get to the other side of the street, but wasn't sure how…
So I thought you might have better luck talking to him.