Mr. Chai, is there anyone you actually like? Like, genuinely? Or do you just see the whole world as tools or something
Chai: Oh, well. Maybe there is someone, maybe there isn't. Who knows! I wouldn't tell you.
*Kian can be heard coughing violently in the background*
Chai: Kian? What's going on? You sound like you're about to die.
Kian: It's nothing, Mr. Van-
Chai: Kian. For the last time. It's Chai.
Kian: *under his breath* I should throw something at you one of these days, I am not paid enough to deal with this bullshit.
Kian: *louder* Okay, fine, it's nothing, Chai. Just... just some water.
Chai: Oh, good! You had me worried for a moment there.
*Kian simply buries his face in his hands and moans*







