Rare are the days when Sehun genuinely feels as if he’s got his abilities somehow under control, that he knows the full scope of it and that nothing can surprise him. And as rare as they come, as easily shattered is his newfound ease with a slight alteration to his view of the world and his understanding of his place in it. Lately the telepath had sensed the same brainwaves talk in different tongues, broadcasting different opinions and hinting at wildly separate ideals. At first he thought that his mind had been playing tricks on him, as it had done plenty of times since the death of a fellow champion, but that vague explanation only seemed plausible for so long. As soon as he truly focused he could feel that the brainwaves were, in fact, identical -- and suddenly he was back to square one, utterly confused and completely out of touch with reality.
It might not seem like such a big deal, but for someone who would tremble at the thought of (clearly fictional) monsters under his bed, it was a given for Sehun to see an end to this. There had to be some answers out there, somewhere, and he had to find them. It was vital for him to find a way to ease his mind and explain this sudden change of rules, or the Champion would continue to be lost in a playing field that he traversed blindfolded. He fought for clarity, and he might’ve gotten one step closer to the truth. Or fractions of it, at least. Like a bloodhound who had just picked up a trail, the young man was unusually resolute.
The Little Penguin was far from the kind of place he’d ever seek out on his own, and he was surprised it existed at all. With the hood of his jacket shielding majority of his face he had done the good old ‘point and nod’ as the menu was brought his way. As a Champion he was too easily recognizable, and he wanted to remain anonymous for at least a few more moments. The food wasn’t bad though, and with each bite Sehun felt himself warm up to the place. It was still such an odd piece of work, but the idea was growing on him. And so was his courage, because soon he settled for discreetly glancing at the woman’s wrists as she stood behind the counter. He never ceased to eat though, he wanted to seem preoccupied and incapable of whatever would shortly follow.
He had listened to her when she talked to customers, and it wasn’t hard to replicate her voice. While few people knew the sound of his voice as is, he still didn’t want to use that right now. He wanted to be clever, with his several aces up his sleeves. “You’re Eunhye, correct?” he transmitted right into her head, letting the sound of her own voice speaking foreign words mingling with her own thoughts. Unfortunately he didn’t have a grand plan as to what he would say, and Sehun could already feel his insecurities clouding his mind. Courage left him so easily, today just like any other time in his life. But in place of courage sprouted an alien stubbornness that temporarily filled him with the energy to act. But by now he was improvising in the purest sense of the word, crossing his fingers that it somehow, in some way, would work. “I’ve had trouble catching your name lately, with your habit of being everywhere, and everyone.” Still using her own voice against her, the telepath casually continued to pick at his many side dishes and eat in peace, seemingly unaware of Eunhye’s current mental intrusion.
“You didn’t think you left any traces, did you?” It all remained in her head, and she couldn’t possibly answer him without shouting at the entire restaurant. He would invite her to his table for a more intimate conversation -- soon. But first he wanted to watch her react, and truly give her enough proof that he knew. What he knew was irrelevant, because truthfully Sehun himself wasn’t too sure, but he knew something and he’d convince her that all the cards were on the table before he invited her to his. Before his usual fear of confrontation clouded his ability to get things done.
