[ Muttered to himself. His fingers drag through his ruffled hair, thinking, buying time.
It's not a set of words Soleum ever expected to hear from the agent, but it's not completely out of character; he was always a sentimental person. Someone who cares deeply for human life, and for the teammates that walk shoulder-to-shoulder with him into each disaster. Though different pockets of fans were more passionate about his relationship to certain other named characters, Soleum never participated or gave much thought to those discussions. Agent Choi was someone who cared for various people at various points of his story. That was just part of who he was and what made him so interesting.
Probably, it's just jarring for Soleum to hear, knowing that he isn't a fixture in this world. Confusion colors over the faint flush splitting his cheeks, hopefully enough to mask his fluster, or at least blame it on the beer. ]
Of course. I'm always thinking of the well-being of my seniors.
[ There was only ever going to be one correct answer to Agent Choi's questions. And it isn't the truth. ]
Um, would you like some wa…
[ The question never finishes. He's partially pushed off the couch, about to make toward the fridge, when, at last, he steals glance back at him — and somehow that worsens his awkwardness, seeing the uncertainty there in his smile amid the sheepishness. A little self-deprecating, like he knew already how Soleum was going to respond. He stumbles in that half-up, half-down position, grabbing on to the table to balance himself, a splash of his beer stickying the front of his shirt, dripping down the hand holding the can. Ah, really…
At least this he can handle. A few droplets dribble onto the table's surface as he places the can down, hurriedly sucking some of the liquid from his fingers to avoid dripping any further on the couch. But after a moment, he pauses at the futility, seeming to give up. ]
I'm sorry, sir, I… [ Ugh, where are his words right now? Soleum sighs. ] Have you ever heard… something called the 'crab-bucket effect'? It's when one person tries to grow or better themselves. But the others hanging on to them drag them back down.
no subject
[ Muttered to himself. His fingers drag through his ruffled hair, thinking, buying time.
It's not a set of words Soleum ever expected to hear from the agent, but it's not completely out of character; he was always a sentimental person. Someone who cares deeply for human life, and for the teammates that walk shoulder-to-shoulder with him into each disaster. Though different pockets of fans were more passionate about his relationship to certain other named characters, Soleum never participated or gave much thought to those discussions. Agent Choi was someone who cared for various people at various points of his story. That was just part of who he was and what made him so interesting.
Probably, it's just jarring for Soleum to hear, knowing that he isn't a fixture in this world. Confusion colors over the faint flush splitting his cheeks, hopefully enough to mask his fluster, or at least blame it on the beer. ]
Of course. I'm always thinking of the well-being of my seniors.
[ There was only ever going to be one correct answer to Agent Choi's questions. And it isn't the truth. ]
Um, would you like some wa…
[ The question never finishes. He's partially pushed off the couch, about to make toward the fridge, when, at last, he steals glance back at him — and somehow that worsens his awkwardness, seeing the uncertainty there in his smile amid the sheepishness. A little self-deprecating, like he knew already how Soleum was going to respond. He stumbles in that half-up, half-down position, grabbing on to the table to balance himself, a splash of his beer stickying the front of his shirt, dripping down the hand holding the can. Ah, really…
At least this he can handle. A few droplets dribble onto the table's surface as he places the can down, hurriedly sucking some of the liquid from his fingers to avoid dripping any further on the couch. But after a moment, he pauses at the futility, seeming to give up. ]
I'm sorry, sir, I… [ Ugh, where are his words right now? Soleum sighs. ] Have you ever heard… something called the 'crab-bucket effect'? It's when one person tries to grow or better themselves. But the others hanging on to them drag them back down.
…I wouldn't want to do that to you.