【ＴＯＫＹＯ魂】

i’m also going to dash lurk from time to time, so there’s that.

        Having an abnormally low number of neutrophils has his skin slightly red and his scratched knees sweelling. Supposedly, this is the result of parents who are just a little bit (to say the least) of neat-freaks when they prevent their precious youngest child from dveloping a proper immune system. That, on top of being born ill, in first place. So having two left hands and two left feet – just an extremely clumsy nature overall adds to the hurting factory. Cue the wounds he’s gained today, marvelous! So talented! Yes, it quite aches, quite a lot – what is there to do? He’s seated on the edge of the sidewalk with knees close to his chest so he could blow cold air on it but it is effortless – he should really find a napkin or something to stop the bleeding. Upon new voice, he lifts his gaze up but rather than being fuddled he is settled.

        ”Ah, nothing… I just– fell?” You’re so obvious, Kim Jinhong.

An all-too obvious statement, and he can’t deny it. After all, to this kid’s misfortune, Dori had witnessed every second of this tragic accident. “You definitely did,” he comments with a solicitous look on his face. Solicitous because well, upon further inspection, he’s immediately made aware of the bleeding wound on the stranger’s knee, and that he’s trying to tend to it rather ineffectively.

“Eh?” She blinks, trying to recall the male in front of her - and only bringing to mind a hazy image of a brief interaction behind the scenes. “I’m sorry - it must have slipped my mind Sakurada-san. That drama feels like it was such a long time ago!” She chuckled, a little embarassed from her slip-up.