a goldfish adventure.
in busan with @msucallie.
"okay, so it should be here somewhere...” nate squints at his phone screen, before looking up, taking in their surroundings. map reading isn’t exactly his strong suit, and turns out — it’s not callie’s either. he doesn’t know how long they’ve spent aimlessly wondering — but if he has to guess, probably around an hour — but they finally seem to be getting somewhere. hopefully.
a quick glance back down on the map tells him they should be no more than a few hundred meters away, but at this point, he doesn’t know if he completely trusts this thing. man, this city confuses him still, despite his many visits in the years he’s lived in mokseong. he misses chicago, where he pretty much knows where everything is, but— busan is fine, he supposes. could be worse. now if only they could find this damn—
oh. it’s there! “callie!” he comes to a halt in front of their (hopefully right this time) final destination, grabbing her arm to make her pause in her tracks, too. “that’s it, right?” his phone is brought up in front of them both, with a picture of the pet store open, to compare it to the real thing. this has to be the right place — either that, or he’s blind.
“yeah,” he nods decisively, “that has to be it. let’s go inside!”
