[...hm? Why can't he call him that? Isn't that what he always calls him? Why is it embarrassing him... Oh!]
Oh, right, the disaster!
[He kind of forgot they were doing this for a specific reason. He was treating this like a training program.]
Hmm, let me think... Maybe I should stay with darling? Is that old fashioned? Do kids nowadays say sweetie? Mm, what about L-O-M-L? Did that sound realistic before?
[Good thing they have a youngster. They won't sound out of place during this investigation. Not one bit.]
L-O-M-L…? [ He spells out the term as if he's slowly fitting the wrong pieces of a puzzle together and coming away utterly confused. ] You called me that before, but what does that mean?
[ No, putting that aside, where is he learning these things? Does the agent not have friends his own age? ]
Um, if I may suggest… It would make sense if you chose something that reminded you of me. Couples do that.
[ At least the ones always picnicking along the Han River whenever he walks by, cuddling on their quilts, feeding each other cut rolls of kimbap. ]
I could do the same — or I could call you hyung. [ That, or maybe: ] Oppa? …No, right? That's too…
[Come on, Soleum, you gotta keep up with the anonymous group chats. There's so much slang to learn and hip new phrases that can be put to use!]
It's a mouthful said all out like that... But I think I might end up laughing if you called me oppa. [He's even laughing a little just saying that. Even though he's been referring to Soleum as his wife for, like, an hour at this point.] Something that reminds me of Grapes... Let me think.
[Grapes remind him of Grapes, of course. Grape-ade, that little rabbit plush... He wears glasses, but that's usually an insult when turned into a nickname. He's cat-like in some ways, too, huh? Calling someone a cat isn't insulting, is it?]
[ Oppa is too silly to be taken seriously, but not love of my life? Though it's useless pointing it out to someone like his senior, the pedant in him is considering doing it, anyway. That is, until Agent Choi's extended ridiculousness wins him the pin drop silence of the century, as sudden as the stop of a heart.
For no reason whatsoever, he's glad Braun isn't sitting inside his breast pocket. ]
You know, kitten! Guys of your generation say that, right?
[The total silence and the shocked tone is enough to make it hard to hide his snickers as Choi tries to explain this away as totally, definitely, absolutely normal.]
Or would kitty be better? You know you're a little cat-like, right? Sometimes I think when you're blinking slowly that you're trying to tell me you like me!
[He's not going to get any slow blinks for awhile after this, is he.]
[ Sir, have you considered even once throughout your full life not taking your pranks so far…? Seriously, he almost wishes they would go back to their insane role-playing — er, rehearsal for the mission.
Augh. This is driving him insane. ]
If I liked you, I would tell you.
[ Wow. Soleum's actually surprised at his ability to say something like that so straightforwardly. He nearly believes it himself. ]
Aren't you taking the term 'pet name' too literally? Or should I call you something matching, too? Like pup…
[Soleum says that so seriously despite Choi knowing for certain that it's a lie... What else has he lied so confidently about? Ahh, their youngest is really dangerous.]
Oh? Do you think I'm like a dog? I feel like that's more insulting... But maybe that'd work with the scene. [He's grinning so wide. Soleum can probably hear it in his voice.] Go ahead - Try calling me puppy!
[ Okay, maybe he should said he was more like a monkey. Too smart for his own good, much too willing to make a fool out of Soleum for a laugh. At least with dogs, he can trust them to know how to play nice! ]
Sir...
[ His voice sounds faintly strained. Is he expecting him to just jump back into character after this derailment? ]
Ahem. P-Puppy, do you know when I can expect you to be back? I want to make sure I know when to have dinner ready for you.
[Agent Choi touches his face, silent for a beat too long. His fingers are touching something warm. No, is this reverse teasing or something? Is their youngest able to keep up with his bullying so well that he can swipe his legs out from under him with no warning, even after Choi has tied his laces together? Again he has the feeling that Kim Soleum is incredibly dangerous.]
Er - Right, let me think, with the transfers and all that... I'll be home by seven! [This is another day, right? They're playing up what the Friday evening would be like, when the awful husband has promised to come home on time and spend all weekend with his poor, clueless wife.] It's only a few more hours... What - have you got prepared, kitten? [His fingers are touching something molten, something burning. Oh, shit, it's his face, isn't it?] What kind of meal do I have to look forward to?
[ More and more, this conversation is like an extended test of his mental fortitude rather than something they're doing to purely get their story straight, their act just right. That undercurrent of curiosity and eagerness in his delivered lines… Without a doubt, Agent Choi must be doing this on purpose. Maybe he doesn't trust him yet to properly support him on a mission like this, and that's why he's being — even more like himself, he supposes. It's a little aggravating how much it affects Soleum; his voice alone takes him by the hand, leading his fingertips to the furrow of his brow as if feeling for a fever.
God. Kitten. ]
…How do you feel about ox bone?
[ His throat clears once more, trying to dislodge the words he needs to get out. ]
I could get seolleongtang running on the stove. My mother used to make it for me with extra brisket whenever I felt sick or tired during exam season. She would always say, "It's not medicine that helps along the body's aches, but comfort." I don't know if I could make a soup quite as good, but if it's for my… hardworking pup, I'll do my best.
[Yet again, it's hard to focus on this task the longer Soleum speaks. He sounds so honest, is the thing. Like this is real, and he's being serious... That's how honest he sounds in his words. It's a little scary to think about. How often does he hear this gentle tone from him, accepting of Choi's teasing and responding honestly to his sillier questions? How often is he playing a role for him?]
Ah... That sounds amazing.
[Pot, meet kettle. His own voice sounds mesmerized by the description. Like Soleum has successfully convinced him of the merits of being home on time. But when Choi glances across the length of his apartment into the kitchen, there's nothing waiting on the stove but a dirty pot he hasn't cleaned yet.]
You can't see it, but you can hear my tail wagging, right? Thump thump thump... [Again, some sound effects of a tail whacking the floor with excitement.] I know I'll drink every drop, if it's made by you - kitty.
[Even he hesitated saying it. This isn't sustainable in the face of a disaster. He's going to get too embarrassed. But he doesn't want Soleum not to - Oh, that's bad, right? This is going beyond the simple mission.]
I promise, seven o'clock! ...And then, that bastard husband wouldn't be home until eight, right, Grapes?
[ The tail thumping — is he trying to trip Soleum up and make him laugh? Because it's working. His mouth closes tightly together unevenly to stifle what's oncoming, but after a pointless moment of trying, he gives him a tiny laugh. While brief, it's a sharp enough sound to chip past their pretense. Or, at the very least, his. ] I can hear your tail, but I want to see it too, you know? [ His laughter fades into the receiver, but still somehow manages to warm the space between his last words and his next. The back of his head hits up against the headboard of his bed, both of his knees bent up as he stares out at the floral wall print of his room that Braun seems to hate so much. ] I want to see you. Seven o'clock.
[ Thump, thump, thump, his heartbeat parrots. It comes as a relief with Agent Choi breaks character to share his commentary… He's getting too into this; it's like Soleum is already trapped in the ghost story. ]
That's right. And then at more than a quarter past, he'll apologetically come rushing in. He'll claim that he grabbed something to eat on the way.
[ Soleum can imagine the forced indifference on the waiting wife's face. Could imagine that expression being fixed there from the very moment the promise was made. This husband and wife pair, they're both good liars. ]
[The little pearls of laughter that manage to slip through... He doesn't hear Soleum laugh very often, now that he thinks about it. He keeps up a straight face and is good at feigning indifference, even when Agent Choi is really trying to work for a reaction. Is it just that he has to get his guard down a little?]
Right, right... But somehow they'll both forgive each other... [He's still murmuring for some reason. Are they still playing pretend? This is akin to stage whispering.] In that drama, even after she found out about the vasectomy, she forgave him because he had such a silver tongue. The kind of guy who knows just what to say to brush off any doubts... Do you think I could manage a role like that?
[He huffs a laugh, just a brief puff of sound.]
Though you could say the wife allows him to lie, too, because it's more convenient to keep up appearances.
[ Agent Choi casts off the guise of a cheating husband with an fluid drop of his voice, like leaving a coat on a hanger. Naturally, with some relief even, Soleum follows suit; his nerves could use the break. ]
You said it yourself. If it's for the sake of the civilian… [ It does feel a bit cruel, though, doesn't it? To expect someone to become anyone at will, including a villain, and play it off well. To find it easy. ] You're a good person, Agent Choi, for agreeing to be my scumbag husband. I'll treat you to something good afterward so that you can cleanse you palate after saying all those sugary things.
[ He pauses, shortly considering that maybe he's said too much. Overcompensated. But it's a better idea to change the topic instead of linger on what he can't tell. ]
But you think it's only that? Appearances? They both seem scared to me.
[Again he can't help but laugh when Soleum thanks him so specifically. He offers to treat him after and Choi has the instict to deny him, but - ah, he won't ruin the mood with a petty argument.]
I'll always take the role you need from me, hubae-nim. Even if it's a scummy husband - But you can't tell anyone how good I am at it!
[Probably, he thinks, Soleum wants to hang up by now. He's bothered him quite a bit this evening, all after hours technically. He could get in trouble for not leaving him be since Soleum isn't the one on call tonight. But his question has him humming, thinking seriously about the roles they've crafted.]
That's true. If he wasn't scared, wouldn't the husband just end the marriage without going through all this effort? [He rubs his chin, scratching at the prickly hairs that need shaved away before bed.] You see it a lot with civilians. They'll try to behave like everything is normal, or that they don't need to examine things too closely when they're in a disaster. That's how contamination begins to take root, too... If you're too accepting of the dangerous situation you've found yourself in, instead of properly seeing it for what it is. [So, that said, he smiles.] It's good for an agent to recognize that.
Ah… Of course. A wife wouldn't want to share her husband, even a scummy one, with just anyone.
[ He hopes that came out even-keeled enough.
At first glance, what Agent Choi says is like any other instance of a senior imparting a piece of wisdom to his rookie subordinate. It is good advice, and perhaps the cold current that sweeps his mind and washes the back of his neck in sweat is truly just a hijinks of his ruined nervous system. A product of his work history being what it is. He knows this has been nothing but pleasant, knows his face warmed and a laugh rose from his chest and he meant it. But Agent Choi talks about danger without knowing that he's the most dangerous person to Soleum right now. His supervisor is right. He can't forget to see the situation for what it is.
If Soleum's not careful, he'll start of to think of this as a conversation and not just a script reading. ]
Yes, sir. [ Better to stick to the safe answer. ] I'll be vigilant. That civilian we'll be searching for — he'll have been inside the disaster for two weeks now. [ Due to their mission backlog and understaffing. It's not a good time for the bureau. ] I know you know this… but it's hard to say what kind of contaminated state we'll find him in.
[They've really fallen behind, haven't they? Thankfully it doesn't sound like there's a risk of death for this victim, assuming he's managed to survive, but what the heck have the other dispatch teams been doing to leave a possible victim suffering for two weeks? Recruitment really has been taking a nosedive, hasn't it...]
[Well. If their Destruction Rookie thinks he might have an idea about how to seal this, no reason to stop him.]
Oh, right - The costume. [He has the turtleneck, but he'll have to borrow the suit from a bureau-affiliated supplier. They'll figure that out tomorrow.] What are you thinking of wearing?
[ With only three functioning dispatch teams, the bitter pill is that there's bound to be a few cases that fall through the cracks. Not to mention, the Disaster Management Bureau doesn't receive same amount of funding as their more visible public order counterparts. The after-rescue support will have to do the heavy lifting there… that is, if the case doesn't evolve into a recovery mission.
Though Agent Choi can't see him, Soleum's head lightly shakes. ]
I don't think that I need to look too different from usual. I was planning on taking my jacket off and wearing what's underneath. And you would wear my glasses.
[All he's going to do is take off his jacket...? The disappointment is audible in his voice.]
I see... [Sigh. He really thought Soleum would dress up for this situation!] I was imagining you showing up in a robe and house clothes... You know, like a wife who finally cut her losses and rushed out after her cheating husband or something. But I guess a collared shirt would work well enough...
[It'll be cute to see him without his glasses, at least. But he really thought he'd see Soleum in some civvies!]
Well, should we go right after work tomorrow? I remember sunset was the trigger for the entry timing in previous reports, but it might be different if you're trying to provoke her directly. We might be able to finish without overtime, Grapes.
That's what you thought I would wear? I don't… have clothes like that.
[ Or the type of connections Agent Choi has that would make it easy to acquire or rent a housewife's traditional attire. Also, it's sad to say, but Soleum's only pair of civilian clothes — a dark shirt, dark pants, dark zip-up jacket — hardly fits his senior's criteria. Asking any of the other agents is clearly out of the question as well. He doesn't need anyone adding other strange, unnecessarily creative titles to his name.
However, he can't just leave it alone, either. ]
Agent Choi.
[ With a smudge of static from pressing his mouth too close to the receiver, his small voice picks up over the senior agent's expected forecast. ]
Considering the unknown status of the civilian, every second counts. So if you think, ah, having me dress that way would help us execute the plan more efficiently, I can look into it.
[...Does Choi use his seniority to get Soleum to show up in house clothes and a robe...]
Should I supply you a costume?
[No, this is better. If it's from his own management funds, it's fine. In fact, he'll let Soleum keep these later because - What does he mean, he doesn't own house clothes? Doesn't he ever take it easy?]
[Ignoring the sounds of his glass house shattering from all the stones he's throwing, he goes on.] What are your three sizes? Haha, just kidding~ [He'll make a run by the store during his lunch break tomorrow.] Don't worry, I'll take care of it! I'll have it ready by tomorrow evening. You just get a good night's sleep, it sounds like you've prepared enough up to now.
[ Soleum quiets. Growing concern over what he just agreed to wear aside, he's going now…?
Red pupils flick to the time in the top right corner of his screen: It's late. Later than what he's usually in bed by. He hasn't even brushed his teeth yet. Ending the call here is the right idea if he wants to at least attempt to get a few hours of rest beyond laying in bed wide awake, waiting for the light behind his blinds to brighten. ]
I see. I'll let you go, then. But before you hang up…!
[Overboard? Since when does he go overboard! Agent Choi laughs and dismisses the idea, tells him again to get a good night's sleep, and finally hangs up. Overboard... Ha! He would never.]
[He comes back an hour late from his lunch which is fine since he was working anyway and sets two shopping bags down on Soleum's desk, eagerly asking if he wants to try them on or maybe they can try and coordinate for the one that would look best with the white coat he got from the bureau supply wardrobe earlier? (Jaekwan tries to interrupt the situation and urges Soleum to ignore this non-work-related talk but Choi cheerily tells him, no, this is, in fact, work-related! He's so delighted to be able to turn that back around on him that their Bronze seems to wilt and fall back from his attempted rescue.)]
[But he doesn't think he went overboard! Not really. Sure, the first one is a little feminine, but it's definitely fine to wear outside for the situation and definitely captures the image of a neglected housewife. The second one is more on the cozy side - maybe the wife is practical, maybe she's concerned with function as well as comfort, something like that? And the third one... Okay, he didn't go overboard with it or anything, but when Soleum pulls it out he's quick to explain that it was on sale, so he was actually saving some money, and besides, it looks pretty cozy, so he shouldn't discount it so quickly!]
But I'll trust your judgment, Agent Grapes! [He's grinning, clearly pleased with his hard work, like a dog proudly displaying the rabbit he caught without minding that it was never asked for.] Pick whichever one you think will suit the mission best! I'll go get changed, too!
[ Barricaded behind the shopping bags, Soleum doesn't look up from his monitor until he's finished filling out his inventory request for more printer toner. His appearance is somewhat haggard, little flyaway hairs sprouting from his head in every direction, the bags under his darker. His face, paler. It actually suits the image he's trying to portray, but it's clearly unintentional on his part.
Warily, he lifts the robes out from the bags, carefully laying each one side-by-side on his desk. The blue one is delicate and lovely, exactly the type of clothing he'd expect a wife setting out in the middle of the night for an unplanned confrontation with her husband to wear. It's more breathable material than the brown pullover, but the latter makes more sense to wear on a colder night.
The robe with cat ears…
………
Soleum takes off his glasses, wiping the lenses with his shirt.
For real? Like, really, for real? This is absurd. ]
[Agent Choi watches with baited breath as Soleum examines each one, staring eagerly to see his reactions to each one, the minute twitches of his brow, or how his pupils dilate, how his lip twitches. He wants to delve into his explanation for why he chose each one, the thought process he had behind the color choices and whatnot and especially go more into his idea of the different kind of housewife with a cheating husband who would buy this one and that one, but when he pulls out the third robe and sets it down, takes his glasses off and begins to wipe them down...]
[...His preference? His eyes dart to Ryu Jaekwan seated at his desk, openly watching with a guarded expression. Their gazes meet and his seems to say, Don't.]
Hm...
[He never listens to Ryu Jaekwan when he should. In fact, it's a major issue at times. His junior is smart, observant, and logical. He should take his insight into account.]
Since it's white, that last one you took out might match best with what I have.
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Oh, right, the disaster!
[He kind of forgot they were doing this for a specific reason. He was treating this like a training program.]
Hmm, let me think... Maybe I should stay with darling? Is that old fashioned? Do kids nowadays say sweetie? Mm, what about L-O-M-L? Did that sound realistic before?
[Good thing they have a youngster. They won't sound out of place during this investigation. Not one bit.]
What do you want me to call you, Grapes?
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[ No, putting that aside, where is he learning these things? Does the agent not have friends his own age? ]
Um, if I may suggest… It would make sense if you chose something that reminded you of me. Couples do that.
[ At least the ones always picnicking along the Han River whenever he walks by, cuddling on their quilts, feeding each other cut rolls of kimbap. ]
I could do the same — or I could call you hyung. [ That, or maybe: ] Oppa? …No, right? That's too…
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[Come on, Soleum, you gotta keep up with the anonymous group chats. There's so much slang to learn and hip new phrases that can be put to use!]
It's a mouthful said all out like that... But I think I might end up laughing if you called me oppa. [He's even laughing a little just saying that. Even though he's been referring to Soleum as his wife for, like, an hour at this point.] Something that reminds me of Grapes... Let me think.
[Grapes remind him of Grapes, of course. Grape-ade, that little rabbit plush... He wears glasses, but that's usually an insult when turned into a nickname. He's cat-like in some ways, too, huh? Calling someone a cat isn't insulting, is it?]
Kitten?
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For no reason whatsoever, he's glad Braun isn't sitting inside his breast pocket. ]
What did you say?
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[The total silence and the shocked tone is enough to make it hard to hide his snickers as Choi tries to explain this away as totally, definitely, absolutely normal.]
Or would kitty be better? You know you're a little cat-like, right? Sometimes I think when you're blinking slowly that you're trying to tell me you like me!
[He's not going to get any slow blinks for awhile after this, is he.]
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Augh. This is driving him insane. ]
If I liked you, I would tell you.
[ Wow. Soleum's actually surprised at his ability to say something like that so straightforwardly. He nearly believes it himself. ]
Aren't you taking the term 'pet name' too literally? Or should I call you something matching, too? Like pup…
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Oh? Do you think I'm like a dog? I feel like that's more insulting... But maybe that'd work with the scene. [He's grinning so wide. Soleum can probably hear it in his voice.] Go ahead - Try calling me puppy!
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Sir...
[ His voice sounds faintly strained. Is he expecting him to just jump back into character after this derailment? ]
Ahem. P-Puppy, do you know when I can expect you to be back? I want to make sure I know when to have dinner ready for you.
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[Agent Choi touches his face, silent for a beat too long. His fingers are touching something warm. No, is this reverse teasing or something? Is their youngest able to keep up with his bullying so well that he can swipe his legs out from under him with no warning, even after Choi has tied his laces together? Again he has the feeling that Kim Soleum is incredibly dangerous.]
Er - Right, let me think, with the transfers and all that... I'll be home by seven! [This is another day, right? They're playing up what the Friday evening would be like, when the awful husband has promised to come home on time and spend all weekend with his poor, clueless wife.] It's only a few more hours... What - have you got prepared, kitten? [His fingers are touching something molten, something burning. Oh, shit, it's his face, isn't it?] What kind of meal do I have to look forward to?
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God. Kitten. ]
…How do you feel about ox bone?
[ His throat clears once more, trying to dislodge the words he needs to get out. ]
I could get seolleongtang running on the stove. My mother used to make it for me with extra brisket whenever I felt sick or tired during exam season. She would always say, "It's not medicine that helps along the body's aches, but comfort." I don't know if I could make a soup quite as good, but if it's for my… hardworking pup, I'll do my best.
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Ah... That sounds amazing.
[Pot, meet kettle. His own voice sounds mesmerized by the description. Like Soleum has successfully convinced him of the merits of being home on time. But when Choi glances across the length of his apartment into the kitchen, there's nothing waiting on the stove but a dirty pot he hasn't cleaned yet.]
You can't see it, but you can hear my tail wagging, right? Thump thump thump... [Again, some sound effects of a tail whacking the floor with excitement.] I know I'll drink every drop, if it's made by you - kitty.
[Even he hesitated saying it. This isn't sustainable in the face of a disaster. He's going to get too embarrassed. But he doesn't want Soleum not to - Oh, that's bad, right? This is going beyond the simple mission.]
I promise, seven o'clock! ...And then, that bastard husband wouldn't be home until eight, right, Grapes?
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[ The tail thumping — is he trying to trip Soleum up and make him laugh? Because it's working. His mouth closes tightly together unevenly to stifle what's oncoming, but after a pointless moment of trying, he gives him a tiny laugh. While brief, it's a sharp enough sound to chip past their pretense. Or, at the very least, his. ] I can hear your tail, but I want to see it too, you know? [ His laughter fades into the receiver, but still somehow manages to warm the space between his last words and his next. The back of his head hits up against the headboard of his bed, both of his knees bent up as he stares out at the floral wall print of his room that Braun seems to hate so much. ] I want to see you. Seven o'clock.
[ Thump, thump, thump, his heartbeat parrots. It comes as a relief with Agent Choi breaks character to share his commentary… He's getting too into this; it's like Soleum is already trapped in the ghost story. ]
That's right. And then at more than a quarter past, he'll apologetically come rushing in. He'll claim that he grabbed something to eat on the way.
[ Soleum can imagine the forced indifference on the waiting wife's face. Could imagine that expression being fixed there from the very moment the promise was made. This husband and wife pair, they're both good liars. ]
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Right, right... But somehow they'll both forgive each other... [He's still murmuring for some reason. Are they still playing pretend? This is akin to stage whispering.] In that drama, even after she found out about the vasectomy, she forgave him because he had such a silver tongue. The kind of guy who knows just what to say to brush off any doubts... Do you think I could manage a role like that?
[He huffs a laugh, just a brief puff of sound.]
Though you could say the wife allows him to lie, too, because it's more convenient to keep up appearances.
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You said it yourself. If it's for the sake of the civilian… [ It does feel a bit cruel, though, doesn't it? To expect someone to become anyone at will, including a villain, and play it off well. To find it easy. ] You're a good person, Agent Choi, for agreeing to be my scumbag husband. I'll treat you to something good afterward so that you can cleanse you palate after saying all those sugary things.
[ He pauses, shortly considering that maybe he's said too much. Overcompensated. But it's a better idea to change the topic instead of linger on what he can't tell. ]
But you think it's only that? Appearances? They both seem scared to me.
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I'll always take the role you need from me, hubae-nim. Even if it's a scummy husband - But you can't tell anyone how good I am at it!
[Probably, he thinks, Soleum wants to hang up by now. He's bothered him quite a bit this evening, all after hours technically. He could get in trouble for not leaving him be since Soleum isn't the one on call tonight. But his question has him humming, thinking seriously about the roles they've crafted.]
That's true. If he wasn't scared, wouldn't the husband just end the marriage without going through all this effort? [He rubs his chin, scratching at the prickly hairs that need shaved away before bed.] You see it a lot with civilians. They'll try to behave like everything is normal, or that they don't need to examine things too closely when they're in a disaster. That's how contamination begins to take root, too... If you're too accepting of the dangerous situation you've found yourself in, instead of properly seeing it for what it is. [So, that said, he smiles.] It's good for an agent to recognize that.
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[ He hopes that came out even-keeled enough.
At first glance, what Agent Choi says is like any other instance of a senior imparting a piece of wisdom to his rookie subordinate. It is good advice, and perhaps the cold current that sweeps his mind and washes the back of his neck in sweat is truly just a hijinks of his ruined nervous system. A product of his work history being what it is. He knows this has been nothing but pleasant, knows his face warmed and a laugh rose from his chest and he meant it. But Agent Choi talks about danger without knowing that he's the most dangerous person to Soleum right now. His supervisor is right. He can't forget to see the situation for what it is.
If Soleum's not careful, he'll start of to think of this as a conversation and not just a script reading. ]
Yes, sir. [ Better to stick to the safe answer. ] I'll be vigilant. That civilian we'll be searching for — he'll have been inside the disaster for two weeks now. [ Due to their mission backlog and understaffing. It's not a good time for the bureau. ] I know you know this… but it's hard to say what kind of contaminated state we'll find him in.
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[They've really fallen behind, haven't they? Thankfully it doesn't sound like there's a risk of death for this victim, assuming he's managed to survive, but what the heck have the other dispatch teams been doing to leave a possible victim suffering for two weeks? Recruitment really has been taking a nosedive, hasn't it...]
[Well. If their Destruction Rookie thinks he might have an idea about how to seal this, no reason to stop him.]
Oh, right - The costume. [He has the turtleneck, but he'll have to borrow the suit from a bureau-affiliated supplier. They'll figure that out tomorrow.] What are you thinking of wearing?
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Though Agent Choi can't see him, Soleum's head lightly shakes. ]
I don't think that I need to look too different from usual. I was planning on taking my jacket off and wearing what's underneath. And you would wear my glasses.
[ Problem? ]
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I see... [Sigh. He really thought Soleum would dress up for this situation!] I was imagining you showing up in a robe and house clothes... You know, like a wife who finally cut her losses and rushed out after her cheating husband or something. But I guess a collared shirt would work well enough...
[It'll be cute to see him without his glasses, at least. But he really thought he'd see Soleum in some civvies!]
Well, should we go right after work tomorrow? I remember sunset was the trigger for the entry timing in previous reports, but it might be different if you're trying to provoke her directly. We might be able to finish without overtime, Grapes.
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[ Or the type of connections Agent Choi has that would make it easy to acquire or rent a housewife's traditional attire. Also, it's sad to say, but Soleum's only pair of civilian clothes — a dark shirt, dark pants, dark zip-up jacket — hardly fits his senior's criteria. Asking any of the other agents is clearly out of the question as well. He doesn't need anyone adding other strange, unnecessarily creative titles to his name.
However, he can't just leave it alone, either. ]
Agent Choi.
[ With a smudge of static from pressing his mouth too close to the receiver, his small voice picks up over the senior agent's expected forecast. ]
Considering the unknown status of the civilian, every second counts. So if you think, ah, having me dress that way would help us execute the plan more efficiently, I can look into it.
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Should I supply you a costume?
[No, this is better. If it's from his own management funds, it's fine. In fact, he'll let Soleum keep these later because - What does he mean, he doesn't own house clothes? Doesn't he ever take it easy?]
[Ignoring the sounds of his glass house shattering from all the stones he's throwing, he goes on.] What are your three sizes? Haha, just kidding~ [He'll make a run by the store during his lunch break tomorrow.] Don't worry, I'll take care of it! I'll have it ready by tomorrow evening. You just get a good night's sleep, it sounds like you've prepared enough up to now.
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Red pupils flick to the time in the top right corner of his screen: It's late. Later than what he's usually in bed by. He hasn't even brushed his teeth yet. Ending the call here is the right idea if he wants to at least attempt to get a few hours of rest beyond laying in bed wide awake, waiting for the light behind his blinds to brighten. ]
I see. I'll let you go, then. But before you hang up…!
[ … ]
Don't go overboard, please.
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[He comes back an hour late from his lunch which is fine since he was working anyway and sets two shopping bags down on Soleum's desk, eagerly asking if he wants to try them on or maybe they can try and coordinate for the one that would look best with the white coat he got from the bureau supply wardrobe earlier? (Jaekwan tries to interrupt the situation and urges Soleum to ignore this non-work-related talk but Choi cheerily tells him, no, this is, in fact, work-related! He's so delighted to be able to turn that back around on him that their Bronze seems to wilt and fall back from his attempted rescue.)]
[But he doesn't think he went overboard! Not really. Sure, the first one is a little feminine, but it's definitely fine to wear outside for the situation and definitely captures the image of a neglected housewife. The second one is more on the cozy side - maybe the wife is practical, maybe she's concerned with function as well as comfort, something like that? And the third one... Okay, he didn't go overboard with it or anything, but when Soleum pulls it out he's quick to explain that it was on sale, so he was actually saving some money, and besides, it looks pretty cozy, so he shouldn't discount it so quickly!]
But I'll trust your judgment, Agent Grapes! [He's grinning, clearly pleased with his hard work, like a dog proudly displaying the rabbit he caught without minding that it was never asked for.] Pick whichever one you think will suit the mission best! I'll go get changed, too!
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Warily, he lifts the robes out from the bags, carefully laying each one side-by-side on his desk. The blue one is delicate and lovely, exactly the type of clothing he'd expect a wife setting out in the middle of the night for an unplanned confrontation with her husband to wear. It's more breathable material than the brown pullover, but the latter makes more sense to wear on a colder night.
The robe with cat ears…
………
Soleum takes off his glasses, wiping the lenses with his shirt.
For real? Like, really, for real? This is absurd. ]
Which one do you prefer, Agent Choi?
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[...His preference? His eyes dart to Ryu Jaekwan seated at his desk, openly watching with a guarded expression. Their gazes meet and his seems to say, Don't.]
Hm...
[He never listens to Ryu Jaekwan when he should. In fact, it's a major issue at times. His junior is smart, observant, and logical. He should take his insight into account.]
Since it's white, that last one you took out might match best with what I have.
[But he never does, so why start now...]
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