𝙼𝙰𝙽 𝚃𝙾 𝙼𝙰𝙽 ⚓ @brinasversion [ 02. ] moving boxes stacked in the living room. | cat ♡
That must be the last of them. Supply of tightly-packed boxes have moved through strong arms, from a rented moving van all the way up to newly stocked apartment. One on top of the next, towering up to the ceiling and secured with garish pink packing tape. It’s work well done, if you don’t count the momentous effort necessary to unearth the contents still stowed within. For now, Dae-ho flops down onto the sofa, dragging a clammy palm up through sweat-raked strands. He’s a damn fool for not tying his hair up today. With the emittance of a loud sigh past his chapped lips, he leans forward, tugging his bag across the floor until he may fish around inside and retrieve his water bottle. Solid in its heft, with a juvenile tiger pattern across the body. He takes a long, drawn-out swig of water, then wipes his mouth dry on the back of his hand, scrunching up his nose and shifting his eyes from tower of boxes onto Cat. ❛❛ Do I at least get to help you unpack and decorate? Or am I stuck on pack mule duty? ❜❜
