(/ junhyung's lips curl into a scowl, though it holds no malice purely because of who it's directed at, and he has to admit that woobin doesn't look half bad with a child. granted, junhyung used to go out of his way to avoid people carrying children, thought they looked so awkward and miserable because of the demonic thing in their arms, so this is definitely one step up for him. or maybe it's just because it's woobin. ) the fact that you think it's possible for me to fall harder.. (/ the words are slightly mumbled and they die off at the end, his eyes on the child again and just how big the eyes are. he thinks they take up most of the little infant's face, but with a nose and mouth as small, there's not much competition for facial features after all. junhyung moves to sit on one of the couches after woobin takes his own seat, constantly eyeing the baby to make sure he doesn't spit or puke anywhere in junhyung's office. he'd plead a convincing case that it's totally woobin's fault and his mess to clean up, but junhyung knows he'd end up losing. so preventative measure are all he has left. he perks up at the mention of food, though, and starts to shake his head, but as woobin continues without taking a single breath, junhyung isn't all too sure what he's shaking his head at anymore. he's glad woobin's asking him about food, at least, because food he can do. babies, on the other hand, and he's a lost cause. ) i, uh, ate breakfast? (/ wriggles around awkwardly on the couch to slide a hand into his pocket and retrieve his phone, flipping through the contacts he has. he knows he should really organise his phone a little better, because when food take away numbers are showing up more frequently than names, it's a general indication that something's not right. ) feel like anything in particular?
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