[ His shoulders hitch, and Soleum looks at him in surprise, but he, otherwise, doesn't move out of the way of the unprovoked contact.
Not yet, we still have to stop by the bureau nearly escapes his mouth, but he sits the roof of his palate heavily upon his tongue when he remembers that, to the agent, there likely isn't a distinction between home and work. It's the place he comes back to after the sun sets, where the shadows can't recklessly plunge their hands into. ]
Yes.
[ The grass underfoot crunches as he shifts his weight, starts to turn, and pauses. He casts a last look at bike, then fishes out a thin rectangle from his pocket. A photo. In it, a boy half-sits on his bike with an older woman hugging him from behind, both of them grinning into the camera flash. On the back, reads: Inho-ah, you rode too far ahead of us. Mama misses you. Lucky for him, it'd been a wide shot, making it easier to get a look at their surrounding location and notice the details of the gate, the color of a nearby roof. With a quick snap of his phone camera, he'd been able to search for similar photos, as well as use the street view function of his GPS to direct them to his approximation of where they needed to go. This will all go into his report later, if Agent Choi wants to take a peek.
But for the moment, Soleum just waves the photo at him, wearing a small smile. ]
"Most lost items are found within a kilometer of home." You were right, after all.
[ He steps away to rest the photograph inside the bicycle's little wire basket, return to Agent Choi right after. Huuu… ]
I'm sure you're exhausted, sir. If you manage the first half of your incident report for this, I can finish it off. Also, ah, are you okay to pedal with me…?
[ Frankly, he was sure it was going to be the end for him earlier, riding up that hill just to meet up with his senior. ]
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Not yet, we still have to stop by the bureau nearly escapes his mouth, but he sits the roof of his palate heavily upon his tongue when he remembers that, to the agent, there likely isn't a distinction between home and work. It's the place he comes back to after the sun sets, where the shadows can't recklessly plunge their hands into. ]
Yes.
[ The grass underfoot crunches as he shifts his weight, starts to turn, and pauses. He casts a last look at bike, then fishes out a thin rectangle from his pocket. A photo. In it, a boy half-sits on his bike with an older woman hugging him from behind, both of them grinning into the camera flash. On the back, reads: Inho-ah, you rode too far ahead of us. Mama misses you. Lucky for him, it'd been a wide shot, making it easier to get a look at their surrounding location and notice the details of the gate, the color of a nearby roof. With a quick snap of his phone camera, he'd been able to search for similar photos, as well as use the street view function of his GPS to direct them to his approximation of where they needed to go. This will all go into his report later, if Agent Choi wants to take a peek.
But for the moment, Soleum just waves the photo at him, wearing a small smile. ]
"Most lost items are found within a kilometer of home." You were right, after all.
[ He steps away to rest the photograph inside the bicycle's little wire basket, return to Agent Choi right after. Huuu… ]
I'm sure you're exhausted, sir. If you manage the first half of your incident report for this, I can finish it off. Also, ah, are you okay to pedal with me…?
[ Frankly, he was sure it was going to be the end for him earlier, riding up that hill just to meet up with his senior. ]