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@lgcsubin
sungkyu feels a little frazzled after the fire alarm, relieved it wasn't anything serious but still on edge from all of the moving about and the surprise of it all. it's clever (maybe a little much, buy sungkyu wouldn't say that aloud), and at least they get a small party out of it. so instead, sungkyu tries to push aside the nerves and focus on enjoying the reward while he can. the warning that was given felt loud and clear to him.
he's still sipping at his drink, debating whether or not he should go and grab another slice of pizza. he eyes the boxes as he steps aside to let a group of trainees move past-- and directs his eyes away. after leaving sammy, he's left to mingle and check to see if any of his friend were handling this. his eyes land on a familiar form, and his steps slow for a moment before picking up.
"oh, subin." he greets, coming to a stop by one of the tables. he smiles at the older, fiddling with his drink as he hums. "did you fall for the trick they set up?" he nods in the direction towards near the table. "they got me good." he says, and he can't help his voice sounds the slightest bit whiny, and his lip juts out the slightest bit in a semblance of a pout.