“Aren’t you tired of always doing what’s expected of you?"
it’s the very first time in his career so far that his client has stuck around to watch him work, let alone started conversation. and frankly, he isn’t sure what’s expected of him. yongui took him in to do what he does best; what he always has. noteworthy how he’s never wondered such things himself. he’s always been sickeningly inquisitve about everything that isn’t his business.Â
      “aren’t you tired of always doing what’s expected of you?“
he’s human and anything can factor to exhaustion but he definitely never considered societal pressure to be a primary one. a proud outcast that doesn’t conform to standards and norms. regardless, it’s an intrusive question that really sets him off, his racing thoughts taking over his mouth. “is everything you do driven by the will to satisfy someone else’s expectations?” he snaps back, but doesn’t allow room for an answer. fingers have long stopped typing and he’s twisting to lock eyes with the woman.
“i’ve never felt like i have to meet anyone’s standards. just aim to better myself at whatever that i care about.” there’s a flow to his monologue, as if it didn’t all just emerge in his head, and he even cocks a brow. impressed with his eloquency at the subject, albeit wearing a languid, blasé look on his face. “that’s how i got here. i started from the bottom, and aimed to be better than the person in front of me. then the next. i’ll be satisfied when there’s no one left. yourself?”