don’t kill the magic
being the one in the wrong is difficult when you don’t feel like you’re wrong.
even still, apologies have to be said, and chanyeol isn’t very good with words. he would pick flowers, but the foundation seems to only have dandelions- which are technically weeds, and he thinks that might send the wrong message- and he isn’t really supposed to leave base grounds. hazardous material, and all that.
which makes the art of gift giving as a form of apology particularly difficult.
he paces the buildings, thinking, keeping active to keep his imagination running. gloved hands tug a front door open and chanyeol focuses in on a guy with a box of— what the fuck, are those stuffed animals?
chanyeol stands, holding the door open, mouth agape, before snapping his jaw shut with a dull click.
“hey, uh, can i... are you selling those?”