What’s in the bag neighbourino? ‘ Hoya & Jun
There's always the chance of Howon's cover being blown from time to time, naive morons who happen to idiotically stumble across the wrong alleyway one chilled summers eve; two chewed by caterpillar leaves later and he's wound up with a little excess pint of blood or two just for good measure...
You see there's plenty of good reasons as to why he needs to keep his job on the low, aside from the obvious reasons of course; the deep seated rationality within him hates seeing his friends become involved in his dealings for fear of the repercussions, it was bad enough that the girls were as close to being targets as they were, but even with the few friends in his life, Hoya carefully selected what information he'd let them on to and this time around--Jun was getting that little closer to the uncomfortable truth than he'd have liked.
Now conicidence had it that Hoya's target for a liver heist (sounds like something from GTA a youtuber would do right?) from the previous night, just so happened to be this guy Jun had threatened with the very same consequence a little under twenty four hours earlier and--
Oh, right. Hoya's got the liver in his backpack now; he's not been to sleep yet, in fact it's only been a few hours since he took it, somewhere around the 6.30am mark when this asshole was leaving for his shitty deskjob or some posh dickhead oh I'm better than you as I take a morning job mhhur, but the Soviet didn't know this until Jun's expression dramatically faltered at the breaking news of the discovery on television as they sipped coffee at 9am.
"Dude you're paranoid..." rolls from his lips as if no one would catch on to their conversation at all in the surroundings of the bustling eldery hag cafe. Talk about keeping a low profile.
