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cherry moves her head from side to side as if pondering his words, mulling over how she wanted to reply to him. tapping her fingers on the surface of her device, she slowly started typing a response, pausing every few seconds to look back up at him - shake her head, erase something, and begin retyping again. finally, she slid the tablet towards chanho.
“as far as we know, you are currently our only bearer of this kind of particular power and physiology. but we’re still searching, still looking.. we don’t know the full extent of what kind of powers are out there.”
she takes a moment to let him read what she wrote before taking her device back, and continues to type another answer.
“we do have a danger room! it’s a practice room where you can practice to your heart’s content. unfortunately, you are not ...”
she pauses to show him her response, giving herself a little more time to figure out how she wanted to phrase her next words.
“unfortunately, you are not able to practice by yourself. you need someone else to ... help you use your powers.”
she puts down the tablet awkwardly and scratches the back of her head. in chanho’s profile, the words are written in pure black and white - there’s no mistake that they need to find someone who can use the regalia effectively but it’s harder trying to explain it to him in person. she sighs internally, only just a little bit frustrated that she had not only been assigned with the task to keep an eye on the country bumpkin, but now she had to try and explain a whole new world to him, as well. she was, obviously, not well prepared.
“danger room? oh no, i don’t--that doesn’t sound safe.” he stands up to back away, and stand in the middle of her office. there’s a knot in his stomach and it’s getting heavier by the minute. “is this a fucking school or a prison? like none of these things sound like they’re age appropriate--i mean not that i’m underage but also i value my life like a lot, i don’t know anyone who doesn’t like no offense.”
he starts pacing the room, flight instinct kicking in and in that moment he decides that this is not worth it--out of all the adventures this is the only one he’s not willing to embark on.
“ok, yeah i’m done. it’s ok, like sorry for the trouble, i’m just going to get going. thanks for the shower and the food and you’ve all been very nice to me. i’ll be sad to be going but i’ll just gather my things you know,” he rambles on as he paces the floor. chanho takes one look at cherry and can’t help but feel like he needs to be dismissed before moves another muscle.
“so i’m,” he pauses, “i’m leaving now. i can’t handle this.” he stares at her and takes her silence as a really bad sign or a really impassive sign, and he really wishes she would take off her helmet, because staring back at himself, distorted against the curved darkness of it makes him feel smaller and smaller.
