[ He averted his gaze, dark eyes darting briefly to one side before focusing on Zhao once more. ]
It was a deep puddle... [ That part, at least, was true. ] Luckily, I was able to fish it out in time. I think I can still salvage it.
[ Just drop it in a bowl of rice and leave it to dry out overnight. It's not as though they were in short supply or anything.
With his free hand, Joon-gi pushed back the hood from his face, revealing sopping wet hair. The front of his jacket was streaked with dirt and grit, the knees of his pants equally filthy.
It looked as though he'd been crawling through the mud on his belly. Which... wasn't that far off the mark.
Joon-gi stiffened at the sudden question. He could feel the small, sodden lump of fur squirming fitfully against his chest. It mewled plaintively, barely audible from beneath the shelter of his jacket. ]
I... I can explain. [ He lowered his gaze, shamefaced, looking for all the world like a kicked dog. ] Please, don't be mad.
[ Carefully, Joon-gi unzipped his jacket. The shirt beneath was just a damp as his hair, and partially unbuttoned. A small, white kitten was cradled against his chest, its crusty eyes closed tight against the water dripping from its fur. He could feel it trembling against his chest, near frozen from the cold.
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Date: 2024-09-11 05:59 pm (UTC)It was a deep puddle... [ That part, at least, was true. ] Luckily, I was able to fish it out in time. I think I can still salvage it.
[ Just drop it in a bowl of rice and leave it to dry out overnight. It's not as though they were in short supply or anything.
With his free hand, Joon-gi pushed back the hood from his face, revealing sopping wet hair. The front of his jacket was streaked with dirt and grit, the knees of his pants equally filthy.
It looked as though he'd been crawling through the mud on his belly. Which... wasn't that far off the mark.
Joon-gi stiffened at the sudden question. He could feel the small, sodden lump of fur squirming fitfully against his chest. It mewled plaintively, barely audible from beneath the shelter of his jacket. ]
I... I can explain. [ He lowered his gaze, shamefaced, looking for all the world like a kicked dog. ] Please, don't be mad.
[ Carefully, Joon-gi unzipped his jacket. The shirt beneath was just a damp as his hair, and partially unbuttoned. A small, white kitten was cradled against his chest, its crusty eyes closed tight against the water dripping from its fur. He could feel it trembling against his chest, near frozen from the cold.
He looked at Zhao, his gaze soft. Pleading. ]
I couldn't just leave it there...