@lili3z
Working working working. It's routine, but even in what is meant to be an interesting job, it's easy to bore. Especially when people demand shit, and he's meant to smile and nod. Acting as if it's all sunshine and fucking rainbows, when in reality he wants to grab their neck and shake them. But he can't, and he won't. Being fired would be such a bother, so who can blame him for trying to make these annoying nights easier for himself? He always carries around the easiest method for him - through the nose, directly into the brain! Or wherever the nose goes, he doesn't care as long as it's in.
He gets so giggly, so smiley - it's as if the washroom he goes into can flip his mood instantly, and in a way it does. Even when being asked to take out the trash, he laughs and nods. Sometimes he needs to be guided, just wanting to talk people's ears off. Great for attendees! Just not for staff. But he always eventually does what's asked of him, going out into that grimy alleyway and opening the event grimier dumpster, carelessly letting the lid slam open against the wall. He was about to throw the black bag in, but paused. Squinting, before laughing as he adjusted his glasses.
"Oooh I'm sorry!" Nam-Gyu laughed, dropping the trash bag as it slumped against the pavement. He gripped onto the dumpster like a lifeline - this isn't a funny thing, nor the funniest, but to him it was peak humor suddenly, "I just- I never expect a person to be in there! Let's get you out of here...You're gonna smell rancid!" He snorted, but nonetheless extended his hand. But it's strange, because when everything is said and done, why would he help Min-Su out of all people and not drop more trash onto him?
