[ Right as Soleum's dokkaebi hand independently flips its thumb out at the older agent, he reluctantly nods and shoves the appendage back down to his side.
The agent's intentions are something Soleum understands loud and clear without him putting such a fine point on it. Before he tails after them, he putters about with the lay of the containment carriers, making sure everything is fully zipped and stashed away and not at risk of terrifying him by surprise. Because that's important. It doesn't take long until him and the bicycle are chiming up from behind, his gaze still as hooked on the backs of the two as when they first set off.
Commonly, where spirits call home is the grounds in which they're tethered to and forced to haunt for the rest of their days. The thing is, the ghosts affiliated with this story are the wandering type; they're never the same ghost looking for the same object. What compels them is the search, their yearning for an item they can wholly attach themselves to. Call their own. The boy probably has nowhere in mind as he steers them forth.
He wasn't much a chatterbox riding with Soleum, but he certainly seems more at ease around Agent Choi, having brightened substantially by his side. He refrains from physically intruding on their little duo act or getting too close. But he can't ignore him if he at least speaks up, right? The key to this story was deductive reasoning. ]
Excuse me, young man. [ He watches him turn a curious look his way. ] Could you describe your bike to us in more detail, please? We know it's blue like ours, but is it small? Does it have anything unique on it?
[ The young boy's head bobs up and down twice. He tells them that when it's dark out, it shines really, really brightly. ]
It has a flashlight? [ His head whirls left-right. ] No? I see. [ Soleum idles in his questioning for a moment, feeling a funny sense of deja vu from his earlier investigating of Agent Choi's own lost bike. ] That's very helpful. Um, thank you very much for the information.
[ Soleum's eyes rise back up again to trade a glance with the blue of his senior's. Verdict? ]
no subject
The agent's intentions are something Soleum understands loud and clear without him putting such a fine point on it. Before he tails after them, he putters about with the lay of the containment carriers, making sure everything is fully zipped and stashed away and not at risk of terrifying him by surprise. Because that's important. It doesn't take long until him and the bicycle are chiming up from behind, his gaze still as hooked on the backs of the two as when they first set off.
Commonly, where spirits call home is the grounds in which they're tethered to and forced to haunt for the rest of their days. The thing is, the ghosts affiliated with this story are the wandering type; they're never the same ghost looking for the same object. What compels them is the search, their yearning for an item they can wholly attach themselves to. Call their own. The boy probably has nowhere in mind as he steers them forth.
He wasn't much a chatterbox riding with Soleum, but he certainly seems more at ease around Agent Choi, having brightened substantially by his side. He refrains from physically intruding on their little duo act or getting too close. But he can't ignore him if he at least speaks up, right? The key to this story was deductive reasoning. ]
Excuse me, young man. [ He watches him turn a curious look his way. ] Could you describe your bike to us in more detail, please? We know it's blue like ours, but is it small? Does it have anything unique on it?
[ The young boy's head bobs up and down twice. He tells them that when it's dark out, it shines really, really brightly. ]
It has a flashlight? [ His head whirls left-right. ] No? I see. [ Soleum idles in his questioning for a moment, feeling a funny sense of deja vu from his earlier investigating of Agent Choi's own lost bike. ] That's very helpful. Um, thank you very much for the information.
[ Soleum's eyes rise back up again to trade a glance with the blue of his senior's. Verdict? ]