The tall man who approaches you looks older, but not a lot. He’s wearing a black suit and basic sunglasses in his own version of a secret agent and it gives him a mysterious aura that is hard to read. “Excuse me sir, do you have a second?” He asks before continuing. “I saw you with your friend before. I work for TRC Entertainment and we can arrange an audition for you. ” He hands out a business card to confirm what he just said. “I’m confident you have heard of it, right?” He grins and slides his card holder into his pocket before turning to leave. “Give us a call if you’re interested.”
Kikwang was busy avoiding zombies to survive. He didn’t wanted to see the internal structure of a undead’s stomache which was why he kept hiding behind his tall buddy who knew exactly how to defend them or drive those persistent staff members away. They seemed to like short victims, so it was a good thing to have a human shield with him around. So while the friends were running around, immersing themselves in the story of a postapocalyptic world, a suspicious looking man approached Kikwang and unexpectantly began to talk to him in a really formal manner. He was a little startled by the other’s politeness, despite being older and blinking shortly he nodded lightly, when being asked if he had a time for a moment. “Yes, how may I help you, sir?” He replied back, unconsiously falling back into his parents’ teaching, listening to the older male’s statement.
TRC? In this kind of area? Kikwang blinked and looked around to see if the secret agent was actually talking to someone else. But besides Seokwoo who was standing a little a far from them, there was nobody else. With both hands he received the business card, still startled of the turn of events that had caught him completely off guard. All he had thought about was having fun with his friend and here he suddenly was, being offered an audition for one hell of a company. The younger man replied to the secret agent’s confident grin and request to call them if interested, with a smile and a bow. “Ah, yes, thank you. I will think about it.”
When the TRC representative left the scene, Kikwang turned around to return to his friend. He still couldn’t believed what was going on, as he had done nothing to actually impress an outsider. Glancing down on his body that was dressed in a volleyball uniform as he was dressed up as a sports anime character, he could tell himself that it probably wasn’t his appearance. But even then, if the agent had seen him with his best friend before, he had probably seen him shielding himself by shoving the younger man towards the zombie staff. Was that something to be scouted for?