♦ striking resemblance
@hcjaehoon
“wait outside”, haneul quietly tells cerberus before he enters the pokémon center. the three houndoom nod and sit, out of the way of the passersby but close enough to the glass pane that they can see both haneul and zoroark walk inside the center.
haneul still thinks it’s a bit too much, especially now that he’s a full adult with a job completely unrelated to the family’s business. no one ever tried coming for him, after all, and he still has no reason to think anyone should.
it’s warm inside the center, so he removes his scarf and gestures for zoroark to let him remove his matching pink one, folding both over his arm before they make it to the front desk.
(he knows the scarf is a bit overkill, considering zoroark’s already clad in a very pretty pink turtleneck, but haneul thinks it’s better to be safe than sorry; they’re there for a quick checkup, anyway)
“good afternoon”, he tells the man at the front desk, “we’d like to-- oh goodness.”
he stops mid-sentence, a little dumbstruck but mostly very, very fascinated by the attendant in front of him. he looked gruff, a little rough on the edges, his forced smile showing off sharp teeth. his dark demeanor contrasted, overall, with his very pink uniform.
haneul smiles, eyes sparkling with mischief. “you look--you look just like my zoroark”, he coos. “this has to be the cutest thing i’ve ever seen.”
zoroark knits his eyebrows together in confusion at haneul, as if asking why are you bothering this young man for, but all haneul does is let out a giggle at his own comment, still looking at the attendant like he’s something precious to be watched.











