« No, I have been programmed to speak this way —apparently, it seems to cause quite the curious reactions among your kin, especially reactions related to surprise and apparent inability to understand some of the terms I do use. »
The gaze of the android doesn’t seem the change, except for the usual golden gleam of running electricity into wires and microchips, quite visible behind glass irises.
« Nevertheless, thank you. »
There's a pronounced pause of silence as he considers –– and subsequently concludes he doesn't care enough, about the extensive problems androids appear to have, to carry on the conversation. Of course he understood every word Hongbin spoke but perhaps that had more to do with his own personal educational path than anything else. It's undeniable however, that artificial emotional intelligence hasn't been hardwired into the android in front of him.
January’s just going about her day, taking pictures of the city in all its urban beauty. She walks around, looking for the little things that may not be pretty to all but have their own quirks. As she raises her camera to her eye, however, she notices someone blocking her view.
"Um, excuse me. You’re kinda blocking the way."
"Um, sorry, didn't realise my right to stand anywhere in this public place, was interfering with your business––" he responds sharply, without moving an inch. One iPhone earphone in, he pauses his music and raises a perturbed eyebrow, eyes scanning the audacious figure before him. He bites his tongue, choosing to release a weary sigh. "Honestly, just wait until I move. Or come back later."
Name of your muse: Uhm Hong Shik Yoo Ah In
One picture you like with your muse’s FC: [ yeah ]
Two headcanons for your muse that you haven’t told anyone:
On Ah In's first day in New York, he got so lost that he ended up at Cedar Brook Country club. He tried out for a job as a golf cart driver the following summer but they turned him down (probably due to his bad logistics). He went through a little bartending training when his second semester started, but the job got hectic and took away from his sleep schedule -- so he ended up quitting. He can still whip up a decent cocktail though--!
He's a little bit of a Disney stan. Accepts there are many flaws in numerous movies, but can effortlessly recall all the musical numbers, plots and nitty gritties (this isn't limited to Disney animations; he does it with originals too). It's not an overly recent development, a rub off that occurred due to his slightly obsessed roommate back at NY.
Three things your muse loves to do in his free time:
Read!
Go to the carnival/fair and play the games, go on the rides.
Play sports, exercise (bonus points if it's competitive).
Four people whom your muse loves:
His mother. Effortlessly patient, calm, grounding.
His father. Quietly strict. Commands obedience by simply looking. Loving but stern.
(s'not a person but) The tabby that wanders into his apartment from time to time is pretty adorable. He's like a quiet companion.
His colleagues. Especially the handful of doctors in the urology department. They're a close knit bunch.
Three fond childhood memories:
Learning how to ride a bike with a couple of his cousins on the short stretch by one of the numerous beaches in Hawaii (he can't remember which one exactly but in his memories the water is crystalline turquoise, and they cycled from sunrise to sunset). They got smoothies afterwards. And if Ah In really concentrates he can still taste the mango and orange.
His first girlfriend. Aged 7. Of course it wasn't serious, but it was the purest form of friendship, a completely innocent bond. The furthest they ever got was a frustrated peck on the cheek. She kicked his ass in soccer, every single time, and he respected that. They were together for ridiculously long, like 7 months.
Sports day! Who doesn't remember sports day? He only won one medal for running out of, probably around, 50 -- but it was more than good enough. Everyone in his class probably got a prize. Everyone left the day glowing, tired and sleepy from one day of full effort and exertion.
Two things your muse regrets:
Not coming to Korea sooner.
Not taking up a friend's offer to go backpacking in Vietnam.
One thing they’d go through heaven/hell to save/change:
His career.
Tag ten people (new followers) to do the same thing:
It was a first time that he was actually going to a concert alone, maybe it was just strange to do that but; he liked the band fairly well and that was why he had decided to spend money on it, hoping to just enjoy himself and have an actualy good evening for once. He lacked those rather frequently, if you asked him what he was doing, the normal answer would be; nothing special just reading or writing.
He always saw himself as a rather boring person and it was like it would keep on being this way for quite some time. Yes, he was who he was but, everyone needed some excitement and tension in their life every now and then. And that was why he had spontaneously bought tickets for this band, just to try something new and see if it was something he’d actually like or it would end up being a one time thing only. That was what he enjoyed with spontaneous decisions.
As he had found a spot to stand, seeing the stage and it wasn’t too crowded either; he would say he found the perfect spot for himself at the current moment. Suddenly another male had stood beside of him and it made him of course look over at him, seeing him look back which made him smile softly and then spoke out with a gentle tone, dumb question with a good purpose behind it.
❝Do you like this band a lot?❞
Wasn't the first conversation with another lone soul of the night, but he guessed it would probably be the longest.
A feature of concerts that Ah In loved was the casual and unreserved conversation; not only dialogue between fellow strangers, but between the artists and hyped fans. Atmospheric how people united over a few well placed chords... Sure, he hadn't been to a big concert in a quite a while -- settled for attending the odd informal gig here and there -- but he remembered everything from where to go to what to wear. To see the Koxx he was suited and booted -- fandom shirt hanging loosely, glow sticks on his wrists. Ready to meet and greet a few of his own.
He had a plethora of reasons for attending the venue alone, number one being the clash in music taste when it came to his social circle. Unafraid of his own company, or seeking out alliance in random strangers, he'd got up and gone.
"I've gotten into them quite recently, yeah, but it's been quite an intense experience," he laughed, straining to be heard over the hustle and bustle of people finding seats (and the like).
she had no special routine when it came to working out. first of all, she liked to start off with simple workouts for her muscles and then end the session with fifteen minutes on the treadmill. sometimes, she’d get to yoga afterwards but it happened too rarely for her to call it a routine. often, other people would be there too but during the times when she used to be at the gym it felt almost empty. perhaps they were eight others in the entire gym, minding their own business. sadly enough, she had never been brave enough to encounter any of them, mostly because she didn’t want to bee seen as a distraction.
today was different, she had promised herself to greet that one specific male that occasionally would wave. she would often wave back, flash a little smile and mouth a silent greeting in his direction. by the time she had finished her workout, he seemed to not be entirely done. though this time, she had decided not to allow her shy feelings to win. with her waterbottle in her hand and her hair up in a ponytail, she silently made her way through the gym until she was close enough to the other. hence seeing that he had headphones, she cleared her throat and made her first and hopefully good attempt of socializing. “hello.”
he wouldn't have replied if not for the shy stranger being directly in his line of vision -- not because he was avoiding socialising -- simply because he hadn't heard a single word over the blaring noise that was madonna being sent directly to his eardrums. caused him to block out everything and anything but vision. pausing the track led to a regaining of hearing, albeit the fact it was slightly too late to catch what she'd initially said. after looping the earphones loosely around hus neck, ah in started anew, complete with a civil grin and pat of his forehead with his gym towel. his face morphed into a friendly and open smile, and he dismissed the idea of starting their first real dialogue with an apology -- something along the lines of 'sorry i didn't catch that' seemed lame at best.
instead ah in settled for the friendly, but unoriginal: "hi there." body subconsciously leaning closer with ardent curiosity.
[ sms ➟ daniel ] UMM DON’T YOU KNOW WHAT SOME PEOPLE DO?
[ sms ➟ daniel ] :/ lol im gonna ruin your life. some people put peanut butter on their regions in order for dogs to have a go at lickin at said regions
Taichi rolls his eyes. Stubborn personalities in the midst of each other’s company— he thinks, reluctantly handing over the receipt. Although he makes a face, he’s thankful, appreciative, somewhat charmed in between, that Ah In’s decision to keep to his word is a strict one. It’s too early to say, but Taichi allows himself to relax.
The kitchen light bears down on the goods, and Taichi pulls them out of the bag, mumbling the names like a mantra under quiet breathing. “Ya said ya like pasta right?” Taichi calls out, depositing an array of vegetables into the fridge, alongside a carton of juice—- (miles healthier than the coffee Ah In most likely has every morning) and two cartons of eggs.
Like he had promised, canned food and microwaveable dishes are absent from his first round of groceries.
Spending years in the kitchen— both at work and at home, Taichi takes guesses to where things are kept, pulling open drawers and cupboards possibly more comfortably than he should, until he scrounges out a large ceramic pot. “Pasta day!”
"You know I love pasta. Yeah!" The information is accompanied by a quiet whoop of approval; hints were dropped and hints were taken, perfecto. The thought of homemade tomato sauce made the young doctor's mouth water. But he knew nothing about where to start, or what exactly Taichi had planned. Tentative and slightly lost (in his own kitchen), Ah In took a book with him into the cooking area, along with his wallet and the receipt he'd barely glanced at.
Upon closer inspection the total is surprising. After checking the total he hums in approval, the total amounting to much less than he'd predicted, anticipated even. The notes in his wallet are plenty -- the proof of a conscious decision to take out excess from the bank, in the case of expensive spending. He happily hands out the sum, and then some, doubling the total to account for Taichi's troubles.
Generosity Or perhaps, an indicator of a slightly too big income.
He continues to hum softly as he searches for a pocket to slip the money into, makes a mental note to go turn on the radio. "Do you want an apron?"
