[Oh... He might have pushed him a little too hard, huh.]
[Choi grins at him as they disembark. He strips off his jacket and sets it over the basket to conceal the contained items, then stretches his arms with an overdone groan.]
Hoo, that was a workout!
[He's sweaty, sure, but he feels good. Exercise feels good, doesn't it? His heart is pumping and it reminds him he didn't work out this morning, he was in such a rush. Nice and stretched, he leans forward and plucks the unlit cigarette from his mouth, waving it in between his fingers. It's pretty much ruined. Can't have his first smoke be this terrible.]
You wait here with the bike. Can't lose two in one day, right? Aha - Ajumma!
[And he's waving to one of the stalls, greeting the older woman working there like she's an old friend. She greets him similarly and they engage loudly in the transaction, Choi pointing out what he wants and her adding extra garnishes for him, making suggestions, asking if he's eating properly - it's a conversation he's had hundreds of times and will have hundreds more. He left Looky Mart alive, after all.]
[When he returns with the bag of food, Choi holds up an ice-cold bottle of water, fresh from a cooler, and presses it to Soleum's cheek, bypassing any attempts to accept it via hands like how normal people give things.]
You did great work today, hubae. [Now he finally lets him take it, a sort of prideful look in his eye. He's got another full bottle in the bag for him if he downs this one.] I put you through a lot, but you never complain. Thanks for putting up with me.
[Kind of joking, kind of not. He's aware of his overbearing manner but he also believes it's a means to an important end. Soleum is doing well despite all of this, and that means he's something special.]
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[Choi grins at him as they disembark. He strips off his jacket and sets it over the basket to conceal the contained items, then stretches his arms with an overdone groan.]
Hoo, that was a workout!
[He's sweaty, sure, but he feels good. Exercise feels good, doesn't it? His heart is pumping and it reminds him he didn't work out this morning, he was in such a rush. Nice and stretched, he leans forward and plucks the unlit cigarette from his mouth, waving it in between his fingers. It's pretty much ruined. Can't have his first smoke be this terrible.]
You wait here with the bike. Can't lose two in one day, right? Aha - Ajumma!
[And he's waving to one of the stalls, greeting the older woman working there like she's an old friend. She greets him similarly and they engage loudly in the transaction, Choi pointing out what he wants and her adding extra garnishes for him, making suggestions, asking if he's eating properly - it's a conversation he's had hundreds of times and will have hundreds more. He left Looky Mart alive, after all.]
[When he returns with the bag of food, Choi holds up an ice-cold bottle of water, fresh from a cooler, and presses it to Soleum's cheek, bypassing any attempts to accept it via hands like how normal people give things.]
You did great work today, hubae. [Now he finally lets him take it, a sort of prideful look in his eye. He's got another full bottle in the bag for him if he downs this one.] I put you through a lot, but you never complain. Thanks for putting up with me.
[Kind of joking, kind of not. He's aware of his overbearing manner but he also believes it's a means to an important end. Soleum is doing well despite all of this, and that means he's something special.]