That's right, whether it's a protection amulet or a bicycle, it doesn't matter too much as long as the attachment is strong… ah, huh?
[ Really, that's what it was?
Hopefully, Agent Choi doesn't notice the hiccup in Soleum's strides as he narrowly avoids tripping over his loafers. A glimpse of exasperation cuts across his expression, but the stumble's a quick thing, and he'll blame it on his rubber soles wringing out from all their activity if he really chooses to bring attention to it. He could have planned better before rushing out, but would a rookie have? That sort of thing.
At any rate, it doesn't happen again. ]
Okay. If it's on the way. I could use a drink of water, [ Soleum slowly says, more phased by his own misreaction than the smoke plume he passes through, carried backward from the senior agent walking ahead of him. Cold tteokbokki probably isn't the recompense Agent Bronze should accept for being saddled with managing their team's office housekeeping, but he can easily see it happening. Bronze largely doesn't intend to, but sometime the man has a habit of offering forgiveness first, asking questions second; that type of bleeding heart is what makes him such a good fit for the Disaster Management Bureau.
Suddenly, his pocket companion speaks up.
— Mm, friend, that scent. It's incomparable drivel next to the Bering Admiral or a good, old-fashioned Cubano, but surprisingly, it doesn't disagree with me! Might this humble host implore you to investigate the source?
The source? Agent Choi's cigarettes?
Well, it hasn't been long since he resummoned the TV-headed ghost. It was only a matter time for his usual brand of requests to make a return. Their relationship isn't quite the same as before, so it's better to start working on rebuilding their trust… ]
Um, Agent-nim. Could I see what brand of cigarettes you're smoking?
no subject
[ Really, that's what it was?
Hopefully, Agent Choi doesn't notice the hiccup in Soleum's strides as he narrowly avoids tripping over his loafers. A glimpse of exasperation cuts across his expression, but the stumble's a quick thing, and he'll blame it on his rubber soles wringing out from all their activity if he really chooses to bring attention to it. He could have planned better before rushing out, but would a rookie have? That sort of thing.
At any rate, it doesn't happen again. ]
Okay. If it's on the way. I could use a drink of water, [ Soleum slowly says, more phased by his own misreaction than the smoke plume he passes through, carried backward from the senior agent walking ahead of him. Cold tteokbokki probably isn't the recompense Agent Bronze should accept for being saddled with managing their team's office housekeeping, but he can easily see it happening. Bronze largely doesn't intend to, but sometime the man has a habit of offering forgiveness first, asking questions second; that type of bleeding heart is what makes him such a good fit for the Disaster Management Bureau.
Suddenly, his pocket companion speaks up.
— Mm, friend, that scent. It's incomparable drivel next to the Bering Admiral or a good, old-fashioned Cubano, but surprisingly, it doesn't disagree with me! Might this humble host implore you to investigate the source?
The source? Agent Choi's cigarettes?
Well, it hasn't been long since he resummoned the TV-headed ghost. It was only a matter time for his usual brand of requests to make a return. Their relationship isn't quite the same as before, so it's better to start working on rebuilding their trust… ]
Um, Agent-nim. Could I see what brand of cigarettes you're smoking?