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âIâll come with you. maybe I need to see a different environment for a while,â she answered while putting away a cart full of vials packed with liquids that were surely completely unknown to Seb.
âIâm very particular with what I eat, I donât know if Iâd have trusted you all alone despite your sense of responsibilityâŠâ
Junghwa tilted her head and smirked after that bit of banter. She was determined to keep a light demeanor so Seb wouldnât worry too much.
âiâm sure someone else will be in soon to cover for you if something does end up happening,â he assures junghwa. he understands her concern, though, and knows in her situation he would feel the same. âi bet weâll run into a medic on our way to get something to eat, too, and you can always ask them to cover for you. iâm sure none of them expect you to spend all day in the med wing all the time.â
maybe itâs hypocritical of him, as someone that spends all day nearly all the time on the training floor when he isnât out in the field, either for himself or the younger agents. maybe it makes him more qualified to speak on the subject, too; he supposes it depends on perspective. either way, just like those that tell him to rest are right in doing so, he thinks heâs right in doing this for junghwa, and luckily, she seems to agree.
he canât help but smile. âokay, sounds good.â he nods, though a new environment nearly makes him chuckle. they rarely see new scenery in meia, spending most of their lives within the same walls, regardless of how large the agency is. outside, they patrol the same empty streets outlined by the same crumbling buildings. he supposes thereâs something comforting in that consistency in a world that is otherwise so dangerous and unpredictable.
he does end up laughing in the end. what is that, a joke from agent puresnow? a rare moment indeed. âi donât know, iâm pretty good at guessing peopleâs eating habits, actually,â he jokes back. he is a fairly observant person with a good memory; sometimes, if he gets food with someone, or they mention food they like to him, he can remember. in junghwaâs case, howeverâŠhe isnât so sure, so sheâs likely right.
âletâs go then?â he smiles again, warm, as usual.
Something about Junghwa's discussion with Seb made her feel a little lighter than usual. Was it his concern? She appreciated how much he cared about everyone. Â
"You're right, we'll probably meet another medic in there. And maybe we can invite them with us, too? Take a little break. It's important once in a while, I think. Plus, the drab grey walls of the medic wing, all aloneâŠit all gets dull after a while."
Miss Puresnow? Opening up? It didn't happen very often, but something about Seb definitely made her feel a little different. First the joke, now this.Â
She proceeded to put away the few last papers that were still lying around in the wing - what a mess the whole room was. Of course in a world as dangerous as the one they lived in, they were bound to be busy. But that didn't mean the medic wing had to be messy. Junghwa mentally scolded herself for such a lack of discipline, but she remembered this wasn't the time: Be kind to yourself, Junghwa. That's what everyone wants from you right now.Â
"So, why not try guessing what kind of food I prefer, while we're heading over?"Â
With a few lithe steps, she headed out the door.Â
"While I'm at it, I could try guessing your preferences, tooâŠ"Â












