❝ Now don’t insult my intelligence. ❞
YOU’LL FLOAT TOO !
“i’m not insultin’ anything, green-bean. not yet, at least.” minho’s stay in the glade has yet to exceed six months, yet somehow he still manages to act as if he knows everything about the place. he thinks someone in another life might’ve said something about your attitude reflecting back onto your situation, but it’s all a load of klunk now. he can get by on confidence alone for a while. “you’re just asking boring questions, that’s all.” minho puts on an accent, one only remotely similar to the newbie’s. “where are we? why can’t i remember anything? what’s my shuck name?” he scoffs, shakes his head, offers a smile that isn’t unkind. “asking the wrong people the wrong stuff, boss. s’all i’m saying.”