“Don’t laugh, punk, I’m being serious–I don’t want to see you like, pass out on national TV by working too hard,” Duckie laughed a bit. Despite his childish demeanor, Duckie was sort of like a parent in his group, always wanting to make sure everyone was okay. He wasn’t a leader, but he took his role as older brother seriously. “He should be alright if he is a good kid–I followed Idol Project pretty close last time and that kind of stuff didn’t really go unnoticed, yeah? I have an obligation to root for my labelmates, but I’m rooting for you guys too.”
“I can’t make promise that, but i can promise that I’ll do the best i can to make sure i debut and that i do so while being healthy, how does that sound?” Anyone who knew Royi knew that once his mind was set on something, he wouldn’t budge. Knowing his own work ethic and that the time for his agreement with his mother was nearing it’s end made him desperate to debut. He’d make sure he would do whatever it takes, even if it meant him working himself to near exhaustion. “That’s good then, i really don’t want any problems with anyone. i want to go in and go out as fast as possible. ” Royi pauses momentarily, nodding his head in understanding, “I know, i appreciate you rooting for us.”