[ Yes, yes, the time for writing reports can wait until aren't racing against a time limit to resolve this ghost story. ]
If you're okay with it, I would like to — uh, excuse me!! [ Soleum breaks off, anxiously, to warn the kid against probing at their containment bags. ] Please don't touch that! It's dangerous.
[ It seems to ward him off, his hands sloping back down the base frame of the bike, ignoring the old grime coating his fingers. Soleum's quiet for a wary moment, keeping a close eye on the kid's activities, in case he loops back around to reach for the basket again, before turning back to Agent Choi. ]
…Sorry about that. I'd like to keep walking. I think up here leads into a residential area. There's a place I think I can find for us.
[ With that, Soleum takes the helm this time, giving both bike and boy over to his teammate to manage for now. For the whole duration of this next leg of their walk, he's staring down at his phone, thumbing and pinching at the screen. When he wasn't scrolling, he was taking their little pack up a narrow stairway, or around an unexpected corner. The glare is too harsh to really see what he's looking at, but Soleum advances with a sense of purpose, and hopefully that's enough to maintain Agent Choi's faith in his navigational abilities.
The sun spills low now. "Tired," the boy mumbles, hanging on tight to Agent Choi's hand. "Want my bike… Can't go home without my bike…" ]
You won't have to worry about that. We're almost there. Just keep holding the nice agent's hand. You're doing well.
[ Soleum hears him ask behind him, "You won't leave me, right, mister? Even if I can't find it…"
But he doesn't turn around. Doesn't answer. The place he's looking for should be… Right here.
A cramped, little house with a red-tiled roof. Some potted plants outside, ripe with peppers and scallions.
And a bike: a bit bent and crumpled, but blue with glow in the dark stars pinned to the wheel spokes. Reflective tape all along the inner skeleton of the bike. ]
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If you're okay with it, I would like to — uh, excuse me!! [ Soleum breaks off, anxiously, to warn the kid against probing at their containment bags. ] Please don't touch that! It's dangerous.
[ It seems to ward him off, his hands sloping back down the base frame of the bike, ignoring the old grime coating his fingers. Soleum's quiet for a wary moment, keeping a close eye on the kid's activities, in case he loops back around to reach for the basket again, before turning back to Agent Choi. ]
…Sorry about that. I'd like to keep walking. I think up here leads into a residential area. There's a place I think I can find for us.
[ With that, Soleum takes the helm this time, giving both bike and boy over to his teammate to manage for now. For the whole duration of this next leg of their walk, he's staring down at his phone, thumbing and pinching at the screen. When he wasn't scrolling, he was taking their little pack up a narrow stairway, or around an unexpected corner. The glare is too harsh to really see what he's looking at, but Soleum advances with a sense of purpose, and hopefully that's enough to maintain Agent Choi's faith in his navigational abilities.
The sun spills low now. "Tired," the boy mumbles, hanging on tight to Agent Choi's hand. "Want my bike… Can't go home without my bike…" ]
You won't have to worry about that. We're almost there. Just keep holding the nice agent's hand. You're doing well.
[ Soleum hears him ask behind him, "You won't leave me, right, mister? Even if I can't find it…"
But he doesn't turn around. Doesn't answer. The place he's looking for should be… Right here.
A cramped, little house with a red-tiled roof. Some potted plants outside, ripe with peppers and scallions.
And a bike: a bit bent and crumpled, but blue with glow in the dark stars pinned to the wheel spokes. Reflective tape all along the inner skeleton of the bike. ]
So it was here.