There was a reason Jaejoong never made much of an impression in the school’s theater productions during his student days. He might have been willing to do just about anything for a laugh, would have happily acted the bumbling idiot or the love sick fool to entertain people, but he was often far too candid to pull off an act thoroughly. His inability to hold up any kind of consistent pokerface could be a hardship at times, as in this moment when he’d really like to just turn on his heel and (run) briskly walk away from this confrontation.
Now stuck like a deer in the headlights of an oncoming vehicle, Jaejoong spends a long moment just gaping at the equally tattooed man, who is appropriately irritated by Jaejoong’s stupidity. Worse though is that Jaejoong thinks he recognizes this guy, after all, he was part of the body art community, and Jaejoong liked to check out others’ styles. It doesn’t seem that the recognition is a mutual thing though, leaving Jaejoong stammering in uncertainty.
“Its- Uh- No?” he says the answer with an inflection of questioning, which really isn’t the right way to voice his lie he realizes with a wince. A wince that is then followed by a tentative smile, because he’d love to find a way to just laugh this off with the other. “I mean, I suppose you could say it was me?” he’s doing that thing where he talks with his hands now too much to his internal horror. “In a very indirect way though of course, heh, because its more like gravity, right? Right? Newton’s things? We should just blame it on the Earth and space and um, I don’t know maybe the stars are just against Aquarius today?” The start of a hopeful smile flits over his lips, shoulders shrugged while his palms are held open out in front of him in supplication.