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For someone who was so used to the world’s strife, in all its unpleasantness, finding ways to cope was easy. Happiness spurred from his search of it, not because it occurred to him naturally. The man had seen and done much, and yet it wasn’t enough. Could one blame him? At any moment, he may cease to be. Breaths were gifts, though he firmly believed that they were rights.
But for today those thoughts were pushed anxiously to the back of his mind. Channelling anger into something was a lot easier than trying to manage it. So he takes to his famous and most favorite hobby: scooting all his problems away!
… Or so he thought!
Yùmín finds something is terribly wrong and has to pull over. Usually something like this wouldn’t disturb him so, but if someone lends an ear to him… well, he can get pretty whiny. One look at the man across from him and he’s almost near tears. Please help him.
“哥哥！My scooter broke!”
It was a lucky stroke that Thao’s existence was not a precarious as Yumin’s. Well, precarious still but not as badly as his friend’s, and Thao had confidence that his life would yet continue. He was not a fighter by nature, but in time he’d been conditioned to fight for his survival, clinging to every inch of life he was given. As such, he would continue to fight until the bitter end, and he was confident of his ability to survive against all odds.
He was currently leaning against a cutoff wall that ended perfectly at his waist, and eating plain white rice bite-by-bite from a nondescript bowl. He typically ate more seasoned food, true, but white rice was a comfort food for him, something to fill his stomach when he was hungry and always satisfied him the most. He was watching the people go by, alone yet surrounded, just how he liked it. At least until Yumin managed to break his scooter right in front of him.
A sigh rolls off of him and he rolls his head back in exasperation. Just like that, his solitude was dashed to tiny pieces.
“I can see that,” he said, ignoring the use of Chinese. He wasn’t fond of the language, or the nation itself, at all really. They had too much bad blood for that. But this little nuisance, Thao would make an exception for.
“What did you do, put sand in the engine?”
