⇢ ˗ˏˋ a starter for @tvrmoils, feat. demian ... setting: mercy hq.
"i don't think answering my parents' call is wise these days," he hums as he reads through the random notes that he's been scribbling on himself. it's a totally arbitrary piece that he copied from the internet after he received it from a website that asks for a hefty price for an accurate tarot reading. "these future predictions scare me. if what is said is true, i believe it means that my dear father will just go straight here in his private jet trying to kidnap me home. and you know, once i'm back in seoul, i don't think i'll ever see this place again, locked up for life. if that happens, just know i'll miss you, alright?" he grins, giving off that cheeky vibe, annoyingly so. "with that in mind, how about if you treat me to food sometimes? to commemorate our existence in this cubicle together." and it's not even his office, since he pretty much broke into demian's a while ago just to 'hang out'. uninvited, of course.