war makes men hollow

what does it mean to be a hero? ( i don't know ) choi seunghyun { 5'9" | 28 | male | ♏ } military ; soldier ; district 6 ▶ tlouseunghyun

[jiyongxtlou]

➳;; On the Pulse.

[jiyongxtlou]

    “Thank fuck,” Jiyong huffs. He feels like a child, being hauled around like this. His entire life has been a battle of being taken seriously because of his stature. He hates how small he is, especially when compared to the soldier he’s currently slung over. He so much thinner and by association so much more frail, regardless of the strength that actually lies hidden within his limbs, simply because whatever higher power there may be decided to make him so narrow. If he would have had to have gotten into a scuffle with this man, there’s no telling what might have happened. Granted, it only means that speed is on his side, but when one’s strength simply can’t match up it’s hard to tell if it would even matter.

    “Not to be rude or anything,” he lies, head still tilted away from Seunghyun. In the distance he can hear the faint crunching of boots on the ground, can hear voices, and is thankful this will be over soon enough. He has an ego to uphold, and every minute he spends on Seunghyun’s back is slowly crushing it. “But this isn’t exactly my idea of fun.”

    At least he has a small moment to interrogate; inwardly, he curses at himself. He’d had this entire time to do so, but instead he’d found himself simmering in his own hatred. Jiyong berates himself– he should have been using this time to better his knowledge, regardless of how actually useful it would be. He wasn’t exactly going to get ‘secret information’ out of this man by simply being the effective ‘damsel in distress’, nor was he able to get anything without seeming suspicious right off the bat. Regardless, information is information, and Jiyong isn’t known for making use of anything and everything he can get his hands on for nothing.

    “Are there a lot of outposts like this along the borders?” he asks, nodding ahead to the station they were coming up on.

[tlouseunghyun]

                “Hm?” Seunghyun hums to him passively, and he considers responding that this isn’t his idea of fun either-- he’s being pleasant, for the most part, once he drops Jiyong off he’ll have to make the trek back to his post and finish his patrols. There’s also the point that he may get an ear full from his superior about leaving for so long, but it’s not something Seunghyun is all too again. After all, he’s kept more for the sake of a number in arms ( and good standing with locals ) than anything. Additionally, caring someone for a couple kilometers on your back isn’t really an ideal workout-- makes you a bit stiff, really. 

               “Do you mean medical outposts? If so, no, those are kept within the walls or are temporary. If you mean soldiers, then yes.” Seunghyun sees no reason to go into great detail, as the specifics really have no reason to leave the minds of military personnel. For reasons rooted more in caution, most soldiers-- especially those lower on the pole-- usually don’t even know everything, or don’t get orders about their post or position until the exact moment they’re needed there. 

               There’s a soft haze in the sky just above the edges of the wall, meaning sunrise will be coming soon-- but it’s incredibly dull, with only whites and grays, also meaning a possible rain. Seunghyun’s nose wrinkles at the thought of having to return to his post and finish his rounds in the rain, but there’s no sense making a fuss over it, he sighs, his hands shifting a little lower on the man’s legs so the fellow drops a few centimeters. “Sorry about that-- my shoulders are getting stiff.” 

               “Anyway, I can see the medical station now, so it’s not long.” He gives a quick smile back to Jiyong, though mostly to reassure him. “Hopefully you’ll have more fun soon.” and he promptly chuckles, as if proud of his teasing and humorous remark.

[tlouseunghyun]

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[tlouseunghyun]

hello everyone!! i am back from visiting my family for the holidays. as of now i have one thread plotted with a friend and i have one rp to reply to, so let me know if you want to do anything and/or send me your plot pages!! 

[jiyongxtlou]

➳;; On the Pulse.

[jiyongxtlou]

    Jiyong wishes this man would shut up. Jiyong wishes Jiyong would shut up too, but acting is a skill he must practice and make use of if he’s going to manage blending in for the next however long he was going to be stuck in enemy waters. The fact that he can’t exactly tell just how busted his ankle is doesn’t help either; each jostle sends a jolt of pain up his leg, but he grits his teeth and bares it. That doesn’t stop the nagging thoughts of how much this will slow down his mission, of how much longer it means he’ll be stuck mingling with the military.

    No matter how much of an honour it is to have such an important job given to him, it still doesn’t stop the nasty taste in his mouth at the thought of being surrounded by soldiers.

    While he’s being carried, he memorizes. It’s harder without the innate muscle memory of following the path, but his brain snapshots reminders as they pass them; what turn they take, what his surroundings look like at any singular point in time. He’ll need to remember this, to write it down when he finally has the chance. Anything that could be useful, he needs to store away.

    “A mama’s boy, huh?” Jiyong drawls, tilting his head away. It’s just about all he can do; sprawled on top of the soldier’s– on top of Seunghyun’s back as he is. It leaves a disgusting feeling gnawing in his gut. At least this way he can keep his face away from being directly next to the other’s. 

    It’s their fault his mother is dead. If they hadn’t been forced to flee after the murder of his father, she might still be alive. He might not have failed to be there in time.

    He grits his teeth.

[tlouseunghyun]

                         There’s a silence that settles like a mist around them, clinging to his throat and almost to his mind-- sometimes when he comes this route, Seunghyun goes on auto-pilot, a habit his father would have scolded him for. It truly is a bad habit, considering he has a human being settled on his back, and doubly as a soldier-- he is supposed to be alert and cautious above all else. He chides himself for the habit silently, forcing himself to stay as attentive as possible, with the heavy load that rests on his back being the incentive; above all else, Seunghyun’s duty as a soldier is to serve the public, to protect them, at least that’s what he believes. 

                           His gaze darts back behind him when he hears the lilting voice of his companions, leading to the quirk of the corner of his lips and a quiet chuckle. It’s a bit sheepish in nature, and perhaps he’s a bit embarrassed at the statement, but Seunghyun was no liar either. 

               ❝Ah, yes-- I suppose you could say that.❞

                             A quiet thought at the back of his head follows, ‘she’s all I have,’ and he feels his own heart grow a little heavy and sink further into his body. It’s a troubling, sad thought, one he doesn’t often entertain for it being lonely in nature. Though, many people these days don’t have quite that either, and it leads Seunghyun to wonder about Jiyong’s family-- but he doesn’t really want to ask, either. For too many people, it’s only a painful thought, an ache that will never be tended to. 

              ❝We’re almost there, just a little longer.❞

                                 A softness brushes the edges of his voice, his words meant to be some kind of ease to the injured man. Usually Seunghyun would pass the first outpost or clinic by now, but considering he’s carrying another person, it might be another ten or so. It’s likely he will also have to return to his post, or perhaps receive punishment for leaving it in the first place, but it’s something he’s willing to endure; in such a painful, dying world every life that is here has such an importance, even this stranger’s. 

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Lionheart [Seunghyun * Sunny]

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Sunny had already checked her gear five times this morning, but went over it one more time just to be sure. She looked up briefly, seeing her soldiers doing the same, before looking back at her map. She knew the route by heart, but just in case.

She looked up when she heard a quiet, deep voice next to her. It was Seunghyun, she recognised immediately. They hadn’t interacted much, seeing how she only just graduated from the academy, but she’d heard plently of him and respected him deeply. He was everything she wanted to turn out to be, loyal, brave and, apparently, kind.

She gave him a bright smile.

"With soldiers like you, I’m sure it will be," she said sincerely. "Thank you."

She rolled her map up, nodding courtly, almost to herself, watching him go. She quickly checked to see if everyone was in their designated place. She positioned herself at the head of the group.

This was it then.

She gave the order to move, and move they did, to the gate. She showed the papers and got cleared and soon they were leaving the protective walls of the zone behind them.

It was her first time being outside these walls, and Sunny let her eyes scan in every direction, both for danger and to take in the sight.

[tlouseunghyun]

      Seunghyun had assumed his position in line, and with that, the makings and facade of a soldier; it could partially be considered an act of sorts, but Seunghyun did not think of it as such. He thought of it as his duty, his calling and obligation, he was stepping into the molded shoulders of his father before him. His face resumed the look of stone, trained and hardened to a near perfection, his shoulders set wide and his chin tilted upward while one hand rested at his side, and the other clutched his rifle. 

      With a trained rhythm, started and set in time by his commander’s action, his feet marched onward. The entire unit carried on as such, their steps near silent with only the lowest sounds of the dirt moving beneath their feet and heels of boots patting against it. 

      Some of the soldiers, including his commanding officer, who were younger, it was more than likely their first time outside of the walls. Carefully, they seemed to steal glances at the growth around them. Seunghyun himself had been outside only a handful of times, and was reminded of his own curiosity on his first mission outside of the districts. It was somewhat amusing, or at least endearing, and that desire to take care of the younger ones peering about bubbled up within his chest. The faintest smile graced thin lips as he stole a glance or two, eyeing the treetops about them and the thick, tall grass that rose to almost their knees by now. 

      Such curiosity could be defended of course, as they were to remain alert and spot any signs of danger. Seunghyun’s palm clutched at the barrel of his rifle, readying his reflexes as sharp brown eyes attuned themselves from looking at scenery to picking up signs of danger. Slowly his stomach began to drop to the bottom of his gut, a feeling of dread looming behind him, and became uneasy. Part of his wanted to say something to the commander, but he remained silent, lips thinning as he following her and kept his eyes on the sidelines.

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Lionheart [Seunghyun * Sunny]

Sunny shivered in the cold morning, her eyes on the map in front of her. It was outdated, like most of them were, back from the old days, when they hadn’t bombed the outside of the walls. She traced the way she was supposed to walk with her fingers again and shivered.

This was it. Her first big mission. She was on the verge of becoming a true soldier. Leader of her own unit. She looked up, eyes pouring over the faces that were her soldiers, the people under her command.

She felt the weight of them, all those eyes on her, all those lives in her hand. She clenched and unclenched them. The morning was cool and clear, a promise of a clear autumn day. The world had begun to shed its summer coat.

She wouldn’t let them down. She would be the best soldier this zone ever saw.

"Okay, listen up," she said, catching their attention. "The mission is a simple reconnaisance mission. We’re not to engage hostiles. I’ll repeat that for you wimps whose ears are frozen off: we are not to engage hostiles. So no heroics. I want this done nice and easy.”

She beckoned them closer, fingers tracing the map.

"Now, as you now, we got a tip that approximately at this location," she continued, tapping it with her finger, "a large Firefly base is located. Our mission is to confirm this information and to see if we can figure out what they’re up to. I don’t have to explain to you guys that so close to the old train station is a very strategically important place and if I have to? Please get out now before I hand you your ass on a silver platter and then continue to kick you out.”

The men laughed a little. She might be a girl hardly taller than a schoolgirl, her language continued to remind them she was definitely a soldier just like them.

"We go in, check their activity and go back. That’s all."

She leaned back, nodding at the expectant eyes.

"Okay, guys, peptalk time! You’re all trained for this. We know how to handle scum. We’re going to get the intel we need back to this place and then I’m sure we’ll be assigned some actual asskicking soon enough. I trust every one of you with my life and you can trust me with yours. We’re all coming back home to one of those wonderfully disgusting canteen meals."

More laughter and Sunny grinned at them.

"All right, we leave in 10 minutes. Go get your gear and you better be ready when I am. So go get your make-up fixed, because frankly, you all look disgusting. Any questions, feel free to ask me."

With that, the men and women of her squad dispersed and Sunny went back to checking the location one last time.

[tlouseunghyun]

     Seunghyun was an established soldier by now, having completed his training some time ago and become adjusted to the demanded routine and regiment of the military. It was tough, hard kind of work-- something that demanded little to no wiggle room, very little place for mishap and slip ups. It was something put weight on your shoulders, a weight that was a cold hard stone that was also meant to keep you in place.

    Despite his age, the officer commanding his squad was younger than him, a commendable feat in and of itself. It definitely spoke greatly of her skill, of her talent and the amount of respect and faith her higher-ups were putting into her. Even if this was mostly a scouting operation, to trust her to lead a group into believed enemy territory spoke highly of her ability. Seunghyun respected her, but a part of him was worried about her.

    She was young, after all, there was a lot weighting on her shoulders. When her eyes rested upon his, his body crouched and features pulled into a stone-y stern expression that he commonly wore along with his uniform, he nodded briefly. It was a short, curt sort of nod, his brow bowing forward in the motion as if to encourage her-- Seunghyun may have been out of line, but he felt the need to.

    Her last remark had his lips quirking into a grin of sorts, a huff of air leaving his nose as if he were about to laugh. He kept composure, though, but the smile lingered for a moment longer. Along with the rest of the soldiers, he gathered his gear as ordered, a methodical robotic like self-operation that involved twicerunning over his mental list of supplies before pulling the bag against his back and clutching his gun in hand.

     Seunghyun returned to the head of the small camp, about to head towards his designated position in rank, before his body paused. Briefly, he fell from his shell of routine, stepped quietly out of the mold his rank and took the few quiet paces to Sunny's side by the map spread out before her. He spoke, voice light and brief, though it was deep and had a desire to send some sort of calm to her, some sort of support. Perhaps he would get his head chewed off later, but he'd much rather that than just abandon the feeling in his gut, which was a feeling of worry. Soldier's had a code, and Seunghyun followed his code as a soldier, but he had a heart with it's own morals and whispers as well.

❝It'll be fine, commander.❞

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[tlouseunghyun]

gray morality & a golden heart.

      Routine. That is the structure of the military. 

      Routine demands precision, demands perfection, demands the obedience and not the question and demands the pause of the heart, it demands the machine. It is why Seunghyun cleans his gun regularly, cocks it and aims it and makes sure there is no fallacy in his weapon, for a machine cannot afford the luxury of mishap and the flicks of the heart beat. It is why Seunghyun checks his uniform, the only thing out of line is the hat that rests on his brow a little too low and makes his his ears bend a little under the weight. 

[ The hat is his father's. ]

      Routine also demands patrols, demands checks up and follow ups; it demands clean work-- which is why Seunghyun is on patrol duty, which he does almost routinely. He patrols the areas where the sixth and fifth district borders meet, a march and path he knows like the back of his hand, with landmarks and rivets and cracks in the road are known. He knows where the road blocks are, where the broken down bus is, the line of trees that steadily grow at a portion of the sixth wall. It's a little strange how well he feels like he knows this little part of the world, this tiny nook, but it's also a touch comforting.

      It's a long pace, though, and it'll be nightfall soon and Seunghyun will probably be here for several more hours. It threatens thoughts to wonder, old memories and just general curiosity's to bumble out of their locks, but he tells himself again and again to stay focused. Three walks up and down his route, and the sun is setting behind his back now, and it will be many more walks up along the wall before he can retire and receive duties for the next day. 

      It will likely be a long night.

[jiyongxtlou]

➳;; On the Pulse.

[jiyongxtlou]

    Jiyong was grateful for the sudden support, honestly; he would have rather not taken another spill onto the debris. God it makes him frustrated, suddenly toddling around like some toddler instead of a trained weapon- worse still, at the mercy of someone that should be his enemy. No matter how grateful his body may be for the help all his mind’s eye sees is tinges of red. His balance is decent at least, able to keep the greater portion of his weight off his injured ankle on his own accord. It’s still not pleasant, but it’s better than being completely reliant on the soldier.     His pride absolutely stings at the prospect of being carried by the soldier, but he forces himself to try and work past it. He may be stubborn, but it’s only because he knows of his own prowess— regardless of how questionable it may have sounded at this particular moment. This is just a set back, he makes himself think; he can use this to his advantage, just like everything else. He’s a damn good Firefly; they wouldn’t have chosen him for this mission if he hadn’t made a name for himself. That includes working around fuck ups, Kwon.     "Just don’t drop me."     With a quiet sigh Jiyong gives in, though not before his eyes narrow with distaste at the broad back of the soldier in front of him. Even if he’s being helped out, he can’t help the underlying anger he holds towards the military bubbling up in the pit of his stomach. One hand plants itself on the appropriate shoulder and with a small bounce and a jump he hoists himself up, arms wrapping around the other’s broader shoulders with his less-than-gentle landing.     “You’re just gonna carry me off and not tell me your name, soldier-boy?” he hums, thighs tightening the slightest bit to keep his place latched around the taller’s torso. “I already told you mine.”

[tlouseunghyun]

      A grunt and a struggled breath for a passing three seconds as the other man clambered onto his back, somewhat ungracefully, but Seunghyun held his tongue nonetheless. Jiyong was injured, after all, it wasn't as if he could preform a ballet on his busted ankle or anything at all. Still, Seunghyun felt the squeezes and shifts of the smaller body on his back, huffing out a breath as his arms shifted to get Jiyong into place. Honestly, every bone in his body wanted to tease the poor boy, but his mother didn't raise him to tease and to blame the injured-- no, as much as he wanted to, that wouldn't make his dear mother proud. 

      His arms tucked under the other's legs, and Jiyong now safely perched on his back and hands on the solider's shoulders, Seunghyun rose slowly and gently, making sure not to jostle his body side to side in fear of hurting the civilian. It'd be counter productive, after all. 

❝Don't worry, I won't let you fall.❞

      Jiyong's voice struct his concentration, steely sinking brows raising and abandoning a look of concentration, before a grin broke out over his face. He couldn't help but laugh a little, amused by Jiyong's tone and the truth in his words. Seunghyun should have given his name when he had asked for the other's, that would have been the fair thing to do. 

❝Ah, forgive me! That's a bit rude, I suppose. Certainly wouldn't make my mother proud, haha.❞

      Seunghyun was amused by himself, then, his own little joke of the situation. As strange and probably dangerous as the situation was, and as much faith as the solider was putting into this stranger, perhaps he shouldn't be laughing at his weird untimely jokes. ( Oh well ) He continues to carry Jiyong, his body moving on the route he knows by heart now, a route ingrained into muscle memory and one he could walk blindfolded. He doesn't shift very much while walking, form solid and strong as he walks with only the slightest quirks of his shoulders-- as if the person on his back was precious, important, vital. The person on his back was survival. That is how Seunghyun functions, though; life is vital, people are vital. Jiyong is vital right now. 

[ He owed the man he carried his own name from the get go; his mother would definitely be disappointed if she knew of his impoliteness. ] 

❝My name is Choi Seunghyun.❞

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[jiyongxtlou]

➳;; On the Pulse.

[jiyongxtlou]

    “It’s just my ankle,” Jiyong grits out. There are no doubt several smaller scrapes and bruises now, with his less than graceful decent, but they pale in comparison to his joint. He has no idea how badly it’s been busted; all he knows is that any sort of movement causes sharp pain to radiate through it, making him cringe more than he has at any of his own injuries in a long time. Then again, it’s not as though he ends up doing something as serious as this on a regular basis. He likes to think he’s usually not this stupid.     There’s an attempt at movement when the soldier asks him if he can walk, and even that sends white hot pain shooting up his leg. He doesn’t want it to be, he really doesn’t want it to be, but he thinks the spill down the slope had been enough to escalate what may have just been a sprain to something closer to completely fractured. This time he fails to hold in the pained noise that fights its way up his throat, tho he manages to contain it to a broken “Ah—" and a sharp intake of breath.     It’s hard to do so around the pain, but Jiyong’s brain fights to think up a plan around what’s been presented to him. He hadn’t been briefed on how medical attention worked within the Military district, hadn’t believed that he would have entered a situation in which it would have been applicable; the last time he’s even really seen one was when he was a child, before his father was taken from him. Do they check records? Do they even have the technology for that? What kind of questions would they ask? Given, Jiyong’s story is easy to hold up and he’s talented at breathing life into lies, but he still has no idea what that sort of scenario would entail. He’ll just have to improvise.     “And— my name’s Jiyong. But I think walking is out of the question.”

[tlouseunghyun]

      Seunghyun was patient and calm as the civilian before him tried to stand, cautiously it seemed-- the composure of his face tightening in a way to see how he could tolerate the pain. Unfortunately, it seemed the small internal battle was not to be won, the injury perhaps leaning more towards severity than just a simple sore pain. Seunghyun's hands immediately grabbed the other, to keep him from falling over as a sort of instinct-like reaction. 

      One arm squeezes the man's-- Jiyong's, as he had learned-- arm while the other was pressed against his side, Seunghyun's lips pursing just slightly as he considered what to do-- well, he knew what to do, he had expected this almost, it was just a matter of how to do it. 

❝Ah... hm... I wish I was meeting you under better circumstances, Jiyong, but nonetheless, pleased to meet you.❞

      A quick smile, mostly out of courtesy, and he was back to his usual proper composure and contacting a plan to get Jiyong to some proper medical attention. Seunghyun wasn't against carrying him, but he wasn't entirely sure how the other man felt about the prospect; it wasn't like Jiyong could properly walk, though, so what choice do they have? 

❝I'll probably have to carry you. I hope you don't mind that.   I'll turn around, and just get on my back, alright?❞

      Seunghyun rose and turned, sliding the gun he carried on his shoulder around and clutching it with one hand, the butt of the gun grinding into the dirt and pebbles below as he crouched with his back to Jiyong. There wasn't much point in waiting for Jiyong to reassure him or reply-- what other options did they have? Theoretically, the other could probably stab him in the back and just be putting up a convincing act (his mother did often tell him he was too faithful and loyal, and god and she forgive him if that were to happen). Either way, the other needed his help in some manner, so how likely was that to happen? 

[ Still decently likely, but whatever. ] 

[jiyongxtlou]

➳;; On the Pulse.

[jiyongxtlou]

    Jiyong’s first instinct is to run; he only has his hunting knife strapped to his thigh, having left his bow and arrow hidden away in a cranny on the way here. It was better than leaving it all the way back in the Firefly district, and it wasn’t as if he could just carry it with him into the Military district- he’d be shot on sight if he carried around such a weapon in plain sight. Even if he could run on his destroyed ankle, it’d only rouse suspicion enough for him to be shot before he even made it inside the wall. Fuck, with the way this mission was going it would be a wonder if he wasn’t killed like some god damn rookie.     Regardless, his body jerks on instinct, on the pure will to run, and several things happen in quick succession. The footing beneath him gives way with the sudden movement, the hand that had been propping him against the wall slipping as well and causing the rest of his body to slam into the structure, knocking him dizzy. The crumbling ground took him down the incline along with it as well, already disoriented from impact, ankle jostling and smacking against debris on the way down. It takes an incredible amount of self-discipline not to let out a pained cry, pain jolting up his leg in time with his pulse. Instead he lets out a sharp hiss, hands clenching into fists so tight his knuckles turn white, eyes screwed shut and eyebrows furrowed together in pain.     It’s a stab to his pride; he may as well have served himself on a silver fucking platter to this soldier. Think fast Kwon, god damn it.     "I—" His voice sounds pathetic as he takes in a sharp breath, pricking at the anger boiling in his veins at sounding so god damn helpless. He tries to reason with himself; pulling the innocent, distressed card would probably help in the eyes of this particular enemy (at least, he hopes). “I was chasing after some kid that stole all my things.” It’s a lie through his teeth, but it’s not as if he hasn’t said worse in order to get what he wants. “I’ve been trying to make it to Seoul for weeks now. It was the closest safe place. My old home was destroyed, and now I don’t have anything to start out with.”

[tlouseunghyun]

      Seunghyun's stature was stiff like stone, domineering and that of a devoted, composed solider-- as he's been trained to be. Faceless soldier's devoted to their causes and their ideas, that was how he was trained, what he's believed in all his life; it's the legacy, honor and duty and all of that business. Alas, though, for all his duties and the devotion and blind faith he has, Seunghyun is indeed human with a heart almost too big for his chest. 

      Such a heavy, dark facade slips into nothing from his skin, features lightening and there's a touch of blind faith in his eyes as his stature loses and he kneels before the injured stranger. His features are kind, gentle more or less-- or at least earnest; it'd be hard to take him as threatening, anyway, when the light shows just how the rim of his cap causes the tips of his ears to flatten out just a bit, as if it were too large for him. 

❝Are you alright besides that? How badly are you hurt?❞

      Calloused bony hands stretch out to touch the other, a rough texture to his skin but otherwise is gently when he observes the others ankle. He purses his lips and stares at it for a moment, thinking pensively and really wishing he'd volunteered more for medical demonstrations in the past. It doesn't look like the worst he's seen, but it's definitely swollen and looks to be quite painful. Seunghyun turns his face upwards, eyes meeting the other's own when he speaks again. 

❝Can you walk alright? I can help you to a medical station.❞

      Almost as an after thought-- it dawns on him in a moment of realization and he backtracks, half clearing his throat as if he had forgotten his manners. 

❝Ah, forgive me, I should of asked you name first. What is it?❞