lost. / @inmidsummer
ahseop finds himself facing a crucial and ultimately timely predicament—a serious one, at that. in hindsight, ahseop can admit it wasn't the smartest decision for him to strap his hangyodon doll to his pants like it was an unbreakable keychain. he'd look over a couple times on stage, making sure it's still in tact and that nothing is amiss. so far so good, as much as he can remember, until he steps off the stage and retreats to the back. when his gaze flickers downwards, it's missing—where could it have gone!?
to a third party with the spare time to observe whatever ahseop is doing, it'd seem rather comical for him to flip open every box just to search for a tiny plushie. a little silly maybe, but ahseop is too busy with his quest to care about appearances, especially one as important as this!
soon enough, angelix joins them backstage after another round of performances. ahseop intercepts natsumi's path in a sort of rush, pointing to the empty keyring still attached to his belt loops. "so, sorry for suddenly cutting in... but did you happen to see a hangyodon doll out there?"
oh, where are his manners? "wait, sorry, let me reel it back in a little. good job on your stage earlier!" ahseop says, hoping it sounds genuine. he does mean it, to be fair—his thoughts are just fully occupied by something else right now.












