“hyungseung-ssi,” she offers a quirked smile at the waiter that stop sat her table, features strained and tense. her hand presses on the table, nails tapping a rhythm into the countertop out of idle movement. “when does your shift end? i have something to speak to you about.”
She takes him by surprise, Hyunseung never would’ve expected to see Sooyeon outside of headquarters. He sees her around pretty often, but they never speak much-- mostly because she kind of intimidates him (also because he’s not tailored for conversations, and she didn’t seem one to be, either). But when he sees her walk in, he knows something’s up immediately and he quickly walks up to her with menus in hand, handing them over and gets out a pen and pad just in case.
“I get off soon,” He says before glancing down at his watch. “In two hours,” He doesn’t know if that qualifies something as soon for her, especially when she seems to be so on edge, and especially since she wasn’t one to ask for help. “But I can I take a fifteen for you, if it’s urgent,” He offers instead, but he doesn’t let her decide. He takes a quick glance to his co-worker behind the counter before he gives her a small smile. “You know what? One sec, I’ll be right back.” And he shoves the pen and pad back into his apron before walking into the back.
He hangs up his apron, doesn’t bother to change out of his black dress shirt before he tells his co-worker that he’s going out for a break. He doesn’t bother to say how long, or where he’s going, just heads for the front doors. He doesn’t even have the intention to come back in fifteen.
With a quick glance towards Sooyeon, he nods to the outside before he walks out. He walks just a few steps down from the shop, hands in his pocket like he had a journey to go on. It was mostly just for a show to his co-worker because he was sure that they were side eyeing with a glare and confusion for the abruptness.
He needed a break, for once in his life he decided to step out of his room to wind down, have a cup of scotch on the rocks and just think about life. It sounded more profound than what really went on in his mind, he was simply trying to figure out his schedule for the next few days while reflecting on what he did in the past few. As he thinks, he pulls a small face and hums as he swings the ice around in his drink. He doesn’t notice the figure that comes in until she sits next to him.
He’s in the middle of trying to take a drink when her words finally hit him. Hyunseung stops, brows furrowing deep as he slowly turns to her. Indeed she was a stunner, and he knew it was too good to be true that someone as pretty as her would want his company. “The boss wants what now?” He asks, blinking. “Payment for what?”
As far as he was concerned, he wasn’t in debt to anyone. At least none that he remembers-- which would be a little worrisome had his financial status not been stable. Frowning a little bit to himself, he tries to think as he takes a sip of scotch. “I think you got the wrong guy, love.” He laughs, setting his cup down. “I don’t know who you are-- though I’d love to know,” He adds with a small grin. “I don’t know who your boss is. I’m not exactly sure I can pay him anything.”
It doesn’t take a genius to know what he’s asking for but it’s also easy to predict that the moment Hyunseung enters that place, he won’t be coming empty-handed.
“Wow.” Is all Hyunseung says as he hears the boy on the other end. “This kid.” He mutters into the phone but he means it affectionately even though it doesn’t come out as such. “Yeah, I’ll be there soon, so don’t start eating cardboard and nails.” And he hangs up before laughing to himself. Shaking his head, he shovels the phone into his pocket before changing routes.
He was nearby, already on the way to his old home because he knew Ilhoon would be there sooner or later and he wanted to present his new findings to the boy, but it seems that Ilhoon was just a few paces faster than the hacker. His old home, the one where he grew up in since he was a small child. If not for the garage, Hyunseung would barely even bother to roll back there. No one in his family did, though his dad did occasionally run back to throw some garbage that he didn’t have the heart to let go yet into the house but Hyunseung had claimed the garage to be his, and his family respects it as such.
He lets Ilhoon use it on the basis that Hyunseung gets to see what he’s making, and on most occasions, how he makes it. Although Hyunseung is a curious mind, he wants to know how things tick, he never has the attention span to sit down and really find out how they work. That’s why he has Ilhoon to do it for him, and thank the gods because he gets the satisfaction for his curiosity without having to dedicate hours upon hours to it. It’s a much cheaper alternative, though he did mostly go out of his way to find parts for the boy to work with, he tries hard to fill out the description that’s given. It’s a good exchange, he likes to think.
Going down the intersection, Hyunseung hums to himself. He doesn’t miss the chinese take out but he admits that it’s a good meal. They get it so often (Hyunseung’s usually the one to retrieve it) that the workers at the restaurant greet him the moment he walks in with a knowing grin before a ‘hey Hyunseung, long time no see!’ He can only chuckle before giving a shrug, he doesn’t know what else to say other than he hasn’t been around too much. He gets the regular and they pack it up nicely in styrofoam boxes in a plastic bag before he waves goodbye to them and he’s on his way to his house, finally.
He doesn’t bother to knock when he gets there, he simple steps in and announces his arrival, or rather the arrival of a meal. “Food’s here.” He says, placing the bag onto the workbench. “You’re welcome.” Is all he says before he grabs a seat for himself. He leans back in the chair as though his journey was long and he sighs just a little before he glances at the tires. “Do you have any idea how hard those were to find?” He says. “I found them while I was out for a walk last night,” His lips curl back into a grin before sitting up. For a walk, he really meant that he found them while he was out on a mission. He gives a small shrug. “What were the chances, huh?” He laughs, before he takes one of the boxes out of the bag. “How far are you now?” He nods to the carcass.
He does as he’s told and tries to relax himself, he tries to let actions lead him. His arms tighten just a little more around the blonde and he smiles softly before lightly butting his head against Himchan’s and resting his forehead against his shoulder. He’s already tired and the evening has yet to begin.
“You’re too good to me sometimes, you know that?” He murmurs in response. That’s the closest Hyunseung can get without the pure words of thanks. He appreciates Himchan down to the smallest fiber and sometimes he worries that the blonde won’t ever realize how much he really does. Sometimes, he tries to hide it. Partly because he knows Himchan probably won’t ever let him live it down much like others in his life, but mostly because he’s just not good at expressing it.
He’s not good at expressing anything, that much was obvious. It’s ridiculous when he thinks about it because so much goes through his mind, he wonders why he can’t ever find proper words to say what he wants. That’s why he’s always holed up in his room with eyes constantly glued to the computer, that’s all he ever knows what to do.
It’s his turn to snort when Himchan retorts. Pulling himself away from with blonde, he nearly shoves the man in response as he tries to stifle laughter. “Don’t kid,” He says between giggles. “Hotter than Megan Fox,” He mocks with an eye roll, slinging an arm across Himchan’s shoulders and pulling him back. “Puh-lease, the only thing hotter than Megan Fox is the sun.” A grin makes itself known on Hyunseung’s face as he turns to look at his companion. “Good luck trying to outshine that.”
His arm slides off Himchan and he glances back at himself in the mirror. For a moment, he forgets how nervous he really is, he forgets the potential peril he might throw the both of them into, he forgets that he doesn’t know how to act. Fingers glide up his blazer for a final touch up, straightening out small folds and dusting away dust before he glances at his wrist watch. He breathes. He hopes Himchan would truly know what to do if things went to shit, because Hyunseung would only know how to run.
Then again, Himchan always knows what he’s doing. Hyunseung shouldn’t be worrying this much, but he can’t help it, especially when he’s such a hopeless case. It may come down to the case in which he literally can’t act to save his own life. He wants to laugh at that because it’s horrible and he just hopes Himchan can carry him through the night.
“We should probably get going,” He says, holding an arm out for Himchan to take. “We’re just going to have to practice on the way. I said I’d try but don’t have high hopes, I don’t work well under pressure.”
He doesn’t know how to deal with this situation because he usually doesn’t find himself in anything remotely as such. He wonders if the other could tell he that he’s sweating profusely-- Hyunseung assumes the answer’s yes. Still, if worst comes to worst, at least he knows his will would finally come in handy. He’s not sure how his mom would take it though, but he tries not to think about that.
Instead, he focuses his mind on trying to answer the boy.
“If you’re going to waste me, my name’s not important,” He says glancing at him before his eyes wander. He didn’t want to look at the one on the couch and he didn’t want to be looking at the gun. It makes his nervous and for valid reasons. “And I have I feeling you’d waste me even if I spilled. So, tell me kind sir,” He clears his throat softly, ignoring the warm metal against his neck. “What real benefits do I have from telling you anything? There’s not much to tell anyway you know. Why do you think I’m here?” As he says it he cocks a brow to the other.
“Why do you think I was hiding behind a plant? Why the hell am I dressed looking like a common ass thug in a professional suite? Come on, kid,” He mockingly spits. “Doesn’t take a genius now, does it?”
"Are you going to meet with someone?” Her voice is like honey, so sweet it could kill. “Perhaps someone special?” Yoona tilts her head, a smile on her lips that says try to shoo me away, you know I won’t go.
He feels goosebumps forming before he shivers. He tries to walk faster but he knows it’s to no avail because she’s already caught up to him. It’s not that he doesn’t like her it’s just that he can’t have her trailing along like this, not at a time like this. He wouldn’t mind any other time of the day, sometimes he drones her out and other times she makes comments that make him increasingly uncomfortable but on few occasions (and he will never admit this verbally, especially not to her face) he enjoys her presence but that time isn’t now.
He stops just a moment, just to talk to her and hope to dissuade her from following him. Her bombardment of questions is a lot for him to take in, especially when he doesn’t want to talk about that, he should’ve known; it was Yoona for goodness sake, what else would she want to talk about?
“I-- No!” Hyunseung quickly rejects it-- like he always does. “Would I-- How-- Look at me, right now!” He nearly shouts before he gestures to his clothes. “Do I look like I’m about to meet someone special?” He doesn’t actually want her to answer that and he only realizes his mistake after the question leaves his lips. Quickly trying to cover it up, he spews gibberish before stopping to breathe. “The answer’s no,” He says rather quietly. “I’m out on a missions, I have things to do. So if you’ll excuse me, I need to go.”
With that, he turns back around and continues his way but he knows Yoona’s persistent, her mocking grin was more than enough to tell him that. He takes long strides in hopes to outrun her heels, his hands are shoved back into his jean pocket as he tries to pretend he hadn’t seen her but he knows. He knows how insistent she can get sometimes.
( / he’s jerking, moving past people as apologies slip past his lips for the excessive movement and occasional shove. he leans on the tips of his toes to see over the barrage of people, cursing when he can’t find the face. purse snatchers aren’t exactly the smartest, but they certainly are the quickest, hongbin realizes. he grits his teeth when he realizes he’s lost sight of him, a low groan leaving his lips. hands fly to his head, tugging at his hair in a frustrated manner. he lets out a deep exhale, shaking his head as he murmurs good try anyway, kid. he turns around, moving to go back to where his partner and the theft victim are– but he stops as he collides into a body, grunting as he stumbles back a bit.·
he glances up, an awkward expression on his face as he bites at his lip, sheepish look forming on his features. ) sorry! i wasn’t paying attention. are you alright? i didn’t hurt you, did i? aah, i’m so thoughtless.
( / He’s on his way to his day job with coffee in hand. He’s nearly falling asleep even as he sips the concoction. Usually, he gets his fix at work, he works at a café for goodness sake, their specialty was coffee but he could barely even make it out the door without face planting. A part of him nags that he shouldn’t have stayed up til’ 6 in the morning but he just can’t help it sometimes. Thinking back, he doesn’t even know what he was doing and he’s mildly regretting it.
Still, he had to move on with his day so when someone runs into him, he can’t even be mad because he wasn’t paying attention either. He drops his travel mug as the impact takes him by surprise. Quickly trying to shake tiredness out of his eyes, he blinks and stares at the other ) I-- yeah, I’m fine I think. ( / He glances at himself but nothing feels out of the ordinary and he looks back at the stranger ) Don’t beat yourself up over it, I wasn’t really looking either. How about you? Are you alright?
Hyunseung would’ve been offended when the other called him kid. He’s twenty-six years old and he could almost vouch for the fact that the other’s younger than him-- most definitely was. Maybe in any other situation, Hyunseung would show him up but not this one. Because he’s not armed while the other is. Immediately when the gun is pulled on him, he does as he’s told. He shows himself with arms thrown up, and allows the boy to throw him around.
“Oh shit--” He flinches when the bullet is fired and he quickly tries to play it off like he hadn’t made a sound. With wide eyes he can only stare at the other while he demands information out of the blonde.
“I don’t know man, you tell me,” And maybe Hyunseung shouldn’t be so passively aggressive on the account that his life could drain immediately just like the man on the couch. “Christ, man. Here we were, just having a nice tea party, that guy was still alive and I was just trying to mind my own business, and you just decided to bust that out,” He stares at the gun, watching as smoke billows. A part of him is aggravated. The one time he decides to do a job right, this happens. One time is all it took, and look where it takes him.
“If you’re going to kill me, does it matter who I am or who i work for? If you know I’m lying, then don’t you already know who i am?” He challenges with a raised brow.
He doesn’t know what to say to that. It’s not true, he’s been in a relationship before-- relationships, he should perhaps stress (none of them ever successful) but... He doesn’t know what to say. Hyunseung can only stare at the other while his lips purse into a thin line as he watches amusement flashing through the other’s face. For simple words, he doesn’t like talking about it and he isn’t going to object to Himchan’s claim to prove otherwise.
“That... that doesn’t help.” Hyunseung admits with a mutter. “I mean, I can pretend you’re Megan Fox all the way but I mean, doesn’t mean I’ll magically be able to pretend I’m in love,” Scrunching his nose a little, he brushes his arm. “It’s called knowing my place and respecting her personal bounds, you know?” He says before taking another breath. “I’ll try,” He says. “Honestly, though, I don’t think I can get this down in five minutes,” He quickly murmurs. Perhaps he should’ve better prepared himself for this but he thought he had it in the bag-- at least until now. How could anyone be mad at him for this? His life wasn’t woven to be an escort.
He tries to think back to his past relationships, what little he remembers of them; the “good” times. Not much was salvageable, nothing that he wanted to remember right at that moment and he still decides to wing it. He can’t get over the fact that he still can’t properly touch Himchan, though, he tries to comfort himself by saying that maybe he should pretend that they’re actually a coupe. Except, that’s just the thing, they’re not.
Feeling like his breathing is too loud, he begins to hold his breath before he draws an arm up to wrap around the blonde’s waist, leaning in just a little and pulling the other closer. It feels stiff, and still too forced but Hyunseung doesn’t know how to change that, even with the words of an expert.
As Seunghyun slipped out of the man’s office he noticed something off about the hallway, there was something wrong here. The area wasn’t as he had left it, but he couldn’t pinpoint exactly why that was. Usually that meant there was another presence, and what would you know, Seunghyun’s eyes landed right on the target.
This usually isn’t how it’s supposed to go. Usually. Usually, it went more along the lines of: walking in, getting what he needs, walks out. Today, for some reason, fate decided that it shouldn’t be like that. That it doesn’t have to be like that and Hyunseung curses her for every little bit of it. He didn’t want to be found like this but what was he supposed to do? It was a job and he had to get it done one way or another and going back to headquarters with nothing but a complaint wouldn’t do him any good, so he bit the bullet.
He was told to hack-- because that’s what he does, he’s a hacker. The only thing he knows are computers and everything else he deems unreliable. Now that he thinks, he thinks that he might’ve been set up on the wrong mission but he can’t tell because he’s too frustrated to properly think. It starts out like how it always does, Hyunseung’s sneaking into a building where he tries to find the central system where he can get all the information he wants or needs but that’s just it. There wasn’t a database, nothing that he could hack into. The office desk was empty, there was no computer and hence, Hyunseung couldn’t do his job because what is he supposed to do with an empty table.
He sat himself at the desk for quite sometime, perplexed and second guessing himself before checking the information again only to be correct. He’s not in the wrong. Just as he’s about to leave, he hears commotion in the other room. For once being determined not to come back absolutely empty handed, he sneaks out into the hallway to listen in.
And that’s just his mistake. He should’ve just left so he shouldn’t have to deal with this confrontation, looking like an idiot thinking he’s so stealthy hiding behind a plant.
It’s the sneer that gets him especially. “Hello there little rat.”
Hyunseung would’ve spat in his face but he knows better than that. Especially when he glances into the office and realizes two things: one, that he had the wrong room and he’s just an idiot; and two, he could possibly end up like the man strewn on the couch.
“Oh wow, oops,” He says rather half-heartedly and he knows for the sake of his safety that he should be a better acting job because his clothes were a dead give away he doesn’t belong, but he can’t muster it. “Wrong room. Was looking for the washroom,” Is all he says as he shoves his hands into his pant pockets and shrugs.
It’s almost midnight as Hyunseung quickly glances behind him to make sure no one’s trailing behind. The night air is warm but despite that he wears a beanie to cover his ash blonde hair. He’s out on a mission to retrieve information and he couldn’t have himself sticking out like a sore thumb. He takes a deep breath because he’s always taken such missions for granted. He never realizes how great it is withouth the worry of throwing it for someone else or having someone else intervening him. Missions where he has the company of himself and only himself, it feels like ages since he got one and he’s glad that he’s there.
With hands crammed into his jean pockets, he leisurely strolls the streets. It’s a simple mission, thank god, the only thing that would mess this up was if the location was laced with mission impossible traps. Nonetheless, he just needs to be discreet and it would be a breeze.
Stretching himself a little, his arms pull behind him as he nears the location; it was just a few blocks down. Glancing around him he spots a horribly familiar figure and he can hear his stomach curling. Trying to pretend like he didn’t see her, he snaps his head forward and quickly tries to scramble away in a brisk walk.
“Then do it.” He says, staring at the blonde. “Throw me down the stairs.” Hyunseung laughs softly, hand rubbing where the other had punched him. “Just kidding, don’t do that-- though if I could actually get out of this,” He quickly mutters the last part. Though he knew Himchan wouldn’t, a small fear at the back of his head nibbled that he’d have to deal with a broken arm if the scenario actually played out. Second guessing himself, he’d honestly rather be doing this than having to deal with any bodily harm.
“Okay,” Hyunseung takes a deep breath, though he side glances at Himchan’s questionable advice. “Inner caveman,” He mutters to himself. “I could pull that off.” He nods before pausing. “Probably.” Or not. He doesn’t know, he doesn’t do that well under pressure.
“I don’t know how couples act.” He admits right away as he turns to Himchan, but he wasn’t going to let it defer him. Though, admittedly, he wasn’t prepared to make a total fool out of himself. It takes a moment for him to think and he tries to pretend that it’s not awkward at all-- given that he’s playing a role he’s not familiar with and has to act it out with a friend, who is familiar with it. He tries not to stutter as he raises an arm to place around Himchan but decides that it’s dumb only to pull it back, only to then decide that there’s nothing else he knows so he just goes for it.
Clearing his throat softly, he slings an arm around Himchan’s shoulder, like he would when he’s regularly leaning against the other (usually muttering complaints) only he stands stiffly next to the blonde. “Like this?” He says as he stares at them in the mirror. “This?” He straightens out his arm but his hand’s against Himchan’s shoulder. He’s tempted to pull the other into a headlock but for the fear of getting smacked, he settles for a questioning glance.
He nearly jumps out of his skin when Himchan opens his door. He heard the knocks, and he heard the warning. Yet, for some reason the sound of the latch skimming against the frame is enough to nearly give him a heart attack. It feels like he had one too many espresso shots in his coffee and he declares that maybe he should pick up some tea to calm his nerves but he only makes himself more anxious with the thought of having to go out of his way to pick it up.
He declares himself an idiot and grimaces but he directs it to Himchan. Had he been at ease, he would’ve bantered but he’s so on edge he can barely even breathe. He lightly tugs at his tie. “Don’t...” He shakes his head at the blonde. “Don’t say that to me,” Hyunseung says as his eyes narrow at the other but he quickly stares at himself in the mirror again, suddenly feeling hyper self-conscious.
It takes every fiber of his body not to convince himself how much better it would be if he had a bounty over his head instead of doing this. He lets Himchan slap his hand away to fix his tie, and it alleviates the smallest amount of stress.
Hyunseung takes a deep breath and holds it as though it would help his companion fix his tie in any what way. He tries to recall the plan, the steps but the only thing he could concern himself was: get in, get out. Get in, do that thing, slip away and hack into the system before he’s away and scott free. That thing, that thing where they’re a thing-- how hard can it be? Say a few words and then slip off, he probably doesn’t have to stay for that long. At least, he’ll try not to.
“Why aren’t you wearing a tie?” Hyunseung says once Himchan’s done. He flattens the peice of fabric against his chest, feeling it against his dress shirt before giving Himchan a once over. “I guess it wouldn’t fit with you,” He says before staring at himself in the mirror again. “Shame, we could’ve been spiffy as hell.”
He takes a deep breath as he begins to feel his nerve undo him. “If I throw myself down a flight of stairs, do you think I would still have to do this? Yes, no?”
Hyunseung keeps staring at himself in the mirror. Eyes are glued onto his reflection as he shifts between looking straight and to his left side before his right. He adjusts his tie for the umpteenth time and wonders if it’s crooked. He’s been staring at it for so long, pulling it here and here, he can’t even tell anymore. Straightening out his blazer for the twentieth time that night, he takes a deep breath.
His palms are sweaty; to say that he’s nervous may be quite the understatement. Acting was never his forte, he was used to hiding behind computer screens, that’s half the reason why he has no sociability. In a small attempt to comfort himself, he tells himself that Himchan will be there with him. It’s not much of a comfort when he really thinks about it because fifty percent of it is still on him but at least Himchan knows what he’s doing, and he hopes that the blonde can carry him through this.
It’s not a hard mission, either. At least it shouldn’t be, it’s simple. Get in, hack, get out. Except, it’s to a social event where Hyunseung has to talk to people and pretend that he cares about their life when all he wants to do is lay in bed. Not only that but he has to pretend that he’s someone important enough to be invited. That, they’re important enough. Hyunseung has no doubts Himchan can pull this off, this is his job. Hyunseung’s only needed at the end point. He wishes there was an easier way, but this will have to make due.
Your mission is rather simple; you are sent an email, one that has a link, a code—and a time limit. When you click the link, and enter the code, your time limit starts. You have fifteen minutes, and before you is the police database, with a variety of information on recent crime activity. Please locate any and all information related to Wolfsbane members or affiliation, and wipe it from the database. Please do it quickly and efficiently, and leave no loose ends connecting to Wolfsbane. Do your best, and please remember; failure is not an option!
Hyunseung stretches but his eyes are set on the email. The simplistic email with nothing but a link and a code with a star of importance next to it. Propping and elbow onto his table, his cursor hovers above the link. He’s actually been putting it off all morning though he knew he should take it more seriously (he should take his life more serious, period) but he doesn’t. He doesn’t do well under pressure, he knows that much about himself. With only fifteen minutes to scour the whole database, it sounds easy, he can do it. He knows he can, but with a timer over his head, he panics with each ticking second.
He begins to second-guess himself. Fingers tap against the corner of his keyboard as he stares at the screen. Then again, Wolfsbane is such a large base; affiliations are everywhere. Is fifteen minutes enough time? Like most of his choices in life, he takes a deep breath before shrugging and hopes that god doesn’t hate him too much as he throws a hail mary. He clicks the link before he can think for a third time.
He takes a moment. It’s easy, it should be easy. So easy, what’s there to worry about? Nothing, exactly. He should be glad they didn’t decide to throw him into a warehouse and tell him to sneak back a whole terabyte worth of information. That would be a disaster no doubt. The last time he ran was in high school and that was well over seven years ago.
With a deep breath, he pastes in the code and it starts immediately. He tells himself not to worry about the time; it’s not an issue.
He starts it easy and searches for everything with ‘Wolfsbane’ in it. He opens up the first files he sees and skims is as quickly as he can without losing too much information in the process. Declaring that everything in innocuous without the sudden lose of information, he erases all that he needs before declaring it good enough, and he’s onto the next one.
It becomes his pattern to just open, skim, erase, and alter as needed. He makes sure everything makes sense, everything is in order and there are absolutely no loose ends that would draw back to him, or Wolfsbane. As a safety measure, he goes back onto the server to check all files in case he missed any. He makes sure that recent affiliation activities become nonexistent and there are absolutely no information on any members. No one and nothing are under suspicion, everything is clean.
He takes a moment to gather himself. Glancing at the clock, he only has a few minutes left. He wants to stay in the database just a little longer, to explore and see what the police has caught on about and what they haven’t. Most importantly, he wanted to see what they had to say about him. Not much, he assumes because he hasn’t done anything to catch their eyes but that doesn’t mean he’s not in their database anymore. Chances are, his profile has been wiped clean but he just wants to know.
Pulling himself out of his thoughts, he quickly tries to cover his tracks before the timer runs out. He erases all evidence that anyone had been in the database whatsoever. He finishes just as the clock hits zero and he breathes out.
Hyunseung spends the next few minutes just staring blankly, losing himself in his own thoughts. He hopes that he covered everything well and he prays to god that he did, because if he didn’t, he was fucked. There was no way for him to check now, so he just hopes with a racing heart in his stomach and fingers crossed.
Stretching himself once more, he pulls himself out of his chair. Those fifteen minutes had been too tense and for once in his life, he admits that walking around the neighbourhood is probably a good way to wind down.
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