“ t-today... “ the ghost of a voice barely escaped hyeon-seo’s throat as he approached the woman. with lesser spirits bumbling about her and then flocking back to whisper in his ears, his timid steps brought him near enough so that she would hear him without so much of a strain. throat cleared as he gathered his bearings, and peachy optics seemed to have trouble training themselves on her before finding immediate interest in the ground between their feet.
“ you have...bad luck. w-would you like me to fix that...? “
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