That man in the corner looks miiiiighty creepy.
WHO: A certain Martín Luis Hernández Tincho and kimchi-lacking Yong Soo
WHEN: Thursday afternoon, August 4th
WHERE: SUPER ORGANIC GROCERY STORE/trader bro's
WHAT: Who's that creepy man in the corner waving you down.
Yong found himself utterly bewildered as he approached the nearest supermarket. He had come to restock his miserably empty fridge - empty in the lack of kimchi. It was to his utmost horror to find that when he returned to his housing that day, there was none of the precious dish to mention. His first priority, however, was shunted aside almost as quickly as it had come.
It was afternoon - afternoon meant that it was hot, and unbearably so. You could imagine his surprise at the hooded figure beneath the overhang of the store, shuffled into the corner. Beckoning. To him.
His first thought pertained to the man being utterly mad. What sort of drugged-up crazed idiot would be in their right mind to wear a hoodie and sunglasses in this sort of weather? His second thought involved him being beaten up before he even managed to reach the inside of the shop - and what a shame that'd be - he had come all this way, after all. But past his first misgivings, his interest had been piqued - and he inched closer, eying him warily. Curiosity killed the cat, after all. "Can I... Help you?"
WHEN: Thursday afternoon, August 4th
WHERE: SUPER ORGANIC GROCERY STORE/trader bro's
WHAT: Who's that creepy man in the corner waving you down.
Yong found himself utterly bewildered as he approached the nearest supermarket. He had come to restock his miserably empty fridge - empty in the lack of kimchi. It was to his utmost horror to find that when he returned to his housing that day, there was none of the precious dish to mention. His first priority, however, was shunted aside almost as quickly as it had come.
It was afternoon - afternoon meant that it was hot, and unbearably so. You could imagine his surprise at the hooded figure beneath the overhang of the store, shuffled into the corner. Beckoning. To him.
His first thought pertained to the man being utterly mad. What sort of drugged-up crazed idiot would be in their right mind to wear a hoodie and sunglasses in this sort of weather? His second thought involved him being beaten up before he even managed to reach the inside of the shop - and what a shame that'd be - he had come all this way, after all. But past his first misgivings, his interest had been piqued - and he inched closer, eying him warily. Curiosity killed the cat, after all. "Can I... Help you?"