Sang-woo stands there for a moment ... motionless, caught halfway between disbelief and reluctant amusement. It takes him a full beat to process whatโs in front of him. Oh. Right. *That letter. The one heโd told Gi-hun to write three days ago, expecting, in *true Gi-hun +
( bowing deeply in front of @APTSAGACITY. in hand is a damaged envelope. holding the promised apology letter inside. 3 days exactly. wow! he's really getting better with time. he'd spent the last few days scrambling for materials. even put a few stickers on the paper. cats. )
heโs brushing off the weight of the moment. "You can keep the drink," he says finally. "Consider it a reward. Hot chocolate." With marshmallows and whipped cream. Tooth-decaying. So sweet! Sang-woo The Generous. โก
tickets, the *sentimental junk he pretends he doesnโt keep.
Gi-hun doesnโt even get a chance to see what heโs marked up or how many notes there are in red ink. He doesnโt need to. He wouldnโt understand half of them anyway.
Sang-woo exhales, straightening his collar like +
@choseumbrella@hidingsilently@CRYPT0CO1N Iโve never locked anyone in a closet โฆ I think. But thatโs actually not a bad idea. Maybe I should start doing that to you two when you get too loud. And to Myung-gi ... just for no reason.
@choseumbrella ( he almost feels bad but he canโt let that win. DEFLECTS OMEGA PHEROMONES. *๐ฟ. )
Fine. Sure. Weโll work on it. But maybe start by explaining why youโre out gambling again. How many times do I have to lecture you, Hyung? You lose more than you ever win ... youโre terrible +