[ kkt → 한지율 ] haha. Maybe I’m the last person he wants to see
[ kkt → 한지율 ] what with everyone in relaxation mode
(/Caught by surprise, just narrowly misses spluttering onto the screen of his phone.) (/Wipes at the screen with the hem of his shirt for good measure.)
[ kkt → 한지율 ] innuendo for something else? 😳
(/Emerges from the stuffy cabin and treads down a dirt path with magpies chittering—no, shrieking?—overhead. His senses appear to be working on overdrive today. Could be consequence of the sinfully fresh air.) (/Inhales sharply through his nose as he tries to make sense of the rudimentary wayfinding system: chipped wooden arrows, brushstrokes of text worn from kicked up dust and rainstorms.)
[ kkt → 한지율 ] which cabin were you? Was it pink
(/Walks along an incline until from up and over the hill he spots three roofs washed in black, orange, and pink.) (/As he approaches the cabingrounds, he squares in one of the windows. Jiyul sits with an elongated smile under the sunshine and Jeyun thinks that he looks very much like a cat.) (/Walks down the hill off-course and towards Jiyul’s cabin, weeds tickling over his ankles and shins.) (/Raps two knuckles daintily against the thick glass and waves from the other side,) Hey! (/…before ducking away and rounding the corner towards the front door.)
( sms — butterfingers ) i don’t know... he might rather be with his captain than stuck in a room with a tossup of upper years
( sms — butterfingers ) some of us are bad influences, you know
( sms — butterfingers ) not me... of course
/ ` coughs a bit at the text that follows, skin heating up despite himself. stupid joke. /
( sms — butterfingers ) no... where is your mind at !
( sms — butterfingers ) yes, pink is correct sir
/ ` resists the urge to sigh, setting his phone on his torso while his fingers lace over his stomach, exhaling through his nose slowly. what if this was the closest he’d get to zen here? (and he almost ruined it with a dirty joke?) it could be worse, jiyul supposes. / !! / doesn’t miss the knock despite remaining still, counting the last three slow exhales before he pulls himself up, bleary eyes fixing on the wooden door. / hey. / ` greets with a growing smile while he heads over, pulling the screen door open with a full scale boyish grin liken to his “alpha” charm. / mom. / ` the term rolls off his tongue playfully, lazy in his movements to step to the side and invite the hellion captain in. / did you bring the “goods”?