[Joon-gi Han's fingers are rough, probably calloused from who knew what kind of personal regimen and his weapons of choice. He doesn't know how to describe it, other than the touches and the movements are very precise. No wasted movement.]

Only if you wanted a ring or two. But I get it, some people aren't fans and they aren't practical. But they're fun and I love 'em.

[It was about all the conversation they were able to indulge in before it got way too loud and crowded. So there's a lot of jostling around until they finally reach their stop, all streaming out.

So relieved to be free and just happy with life in general, as soon as they're out of the station, he jumps on top of a waste bin and holds out his arms, framed by the bright shining lights of a Friday night. Is he trying to grab it all for himself or let himself be absorbed?

It doesn't last forever, just long enough for him to stop feeling overheated and then chilled because it's still not that warm outside. So he jumps off, whips his coat back on and turns to Joon-gi Han with a smile.]

You ready to lead this expedition?