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Β Β Β take this into consideration: joo-won was, by no means, an assertive person. not to those he ( almost ) feared being assertive to. it wasnβt not his place. giving orders is well above his pay grade, so to speak. when need be, he offered aid β he was, by all means, a healer. a leader, no, but he could help. at least, as well as he knew how. it was difficult, at times, to sit back and watch someone simplyβ¦ destroy themselves, in a sense. even if the destruction wasnβt obvious, it was still there. he HAD to speak up. it only made sense, right?
Β Β Β βyaβknow,β he began slowly, shifting where he stood, with his arms held firmly at his sides β where his hands rested on his waist, and he made an attempt to take some kind ofβ¦ power stance? whatever. he was trying.Β βiβve heard a good deal about you. none of which was bad, of course. some concerning. but, not necessarily bad. word travels and all that.β joo-won took a seat, finally, to stop the urge to pace the room. legs crossed at his ankles, hands folded neatly in his lap.Β βone might consider many of your habitsβ¦ unhealthy. and again, concerning. and yeah, sure, i canβt force you to let me make sure youβre alright. i can, however, sit here and POUT for a while. and, iβll have you know, itβs terribly annoying to watch me sulk. i could sulk for hours.β
Β Β Β it was his own attempt at a joke, one of which heβs not so sure came across the way it should. joo-won found himself focusing on his hands, picking at his nails and biting the inside of his cheek.Β βLOOK,β he cleared his throat, one hand raising to push the hair from his eyes.Β βitβll take, at most, fifteen minutes. donβt you think you can handle fifteen minutes?β
consider this: indrid was trying to have a breakfast ( first of all, breakfast still counted if it was in the morning and also your first meal in ten hours ) in relative peace, to take hyejinβs advice and show his face more, so that he could inspire loyalty or... something.Β
if you asked him, none of it truly mattered. it just opened him up to intrusions, even if they were...somewhat entertaining, like this one was turning out to be. joowon was cute, in a puppy-eyed, bumblebee sort of way. indrid eyed the other blond over the rim of the stained coffee mug he was, you guessed it! drinking coffee from, brows raising with amusement the more the other spoke. he thinks he recognizes the other. couldnβt place his name, but has certainly seen him aroundΒ β thereβs no way heβs spades, and heβs certainly not diamonds, which leaves clubs. ah, a medic. the pieces are coming together now, and indrid fully snorts.Β
βyou planning to go pro with those sulking skills?β itβs muttered into his cup, which, at this point, is basically serving as a shield from his expression. heβs curious to the boneΒ which bad habits this medic is concerning himself over, and whatΒ βwordβ has traveledΒ so far as to inspire an interruption. but...whatΒ else is he going to do with the rest of his morning?Β
the cup meets table, and indrid stretches his arms behind his head, causing an admittedly concerning number of bones to pop and creak. the gaze he slides to joowon is aΒ βwho, me?β innocent one, even as those arms fold and he surveys joowonΒ β hands in lap, ankles crossed, entirely polite and well-meaningΒ β with a slow sigh.Β βdepends. is this the tongue-depressor and stethoscopeΒ kind of fifteen, or the needles and contraptions kind of fifteen?Β βcos one will lead to a different answer than the other.β
