Hi! Can I get Mountain Dew, Schweppes and Sprite for Na Baekjin? 🌸
He’s a little confused with all the soda, but let’s serve it up!
Donald Na Schweppes- What do you wish you were really good at?
Cooking.
Not baking- cooking.
Baking comes easy; it's an exact science that relies on a delicate balance of ingredients and chemistry.
Cooking you have to feel out for yourself, apparently. "You want to know how much to put in?" chucked the old woman, impossibly tall in his childhood memory and shrouded in steam from her pot. She smiled down at him and gestured vaguely to her battalion of spices. "Season with a pinch of this and some of that. You want to know the exact amount? Feel it in your heart. Ask the stars." She laughed at her own joke, waving her hand through the air, almost to herself. "I can't tell you, boy, you just have to know."
Even today he still looks back and finds it ridiculous, but when the ins and outs of managing people in the Union (similarly without equation or formula) escapes him, he'll murmur "ask the stars" to himself and scoff.
Mountain Dew- Have you ever disliked something and then changed your mind?
No. Why revisit an opinion if you can simply keep a well-informed one from the start? KIDDING I'm kidding that would be such a cop-out.
Subway stations. Metro stations. Whatever you call them.
That hub of coming and going and never staying.
That place locked deep underground that thrums with the insomniac heartbeat of the city above.
Such a jarring contrast at every corner between dark tunnels and brutally bright hallways, filthy walkways and spotless machinery.
So strange a place that reverberates with age but is reborn every second to the new faces flooding in and out of its arteries.
Such a wonder was lost on him as a child.
He really did used to hate the subways with their crowded noise and deafening cage of legs all around his too-short frame.
An ever changing and shifting labyrinth that was so incessantly dirty. He could never ignore the impulse to scrub himself down after traveling through them.
Walled away from miles of rock and city above him, the filth of cigarette smoke and street water and eyes that lingered too long.
All churned through the cloying air by the steel of the rails that flew into the air as dust after the screeching of a new train sent it drifting slowly, malevolently, into his lungs.
But these things don't seem to bother him anymore. Life had changed him to be different now.
He had the stain of blood and immorality inked onto his hands.
He was dirty now. Taller too.
And the subways simply called to him now. The strange, thrumming, incomprehensible maze that never slept.
Just like him. Sprite- What's the most spontaneous thing you've ever done?
To be honest, that time he was bored and curious and bought every available stock in some speck-of-dust small business.
Economy, babeyyy
No its really as crackhead as he gets, but if the business goes under like probability says it will, he will be losing a good chunk of money for the Union.
"oops" probably won't suffice then.
On the flip side, if they do well, he has a monopoly on the lucrative and dangerous industry of goat-powered lawn care in Croatia.
Its about balance.
Feel free to submit your own questions! Prompt post is here
