take flight

::he just manages to catch other other before he would have fallen flat on his face; holding him upright as bare feet skid on slick linoleum::

Calm down, it’s just a machine, not a monster. It’s not going to attack, it’s just going to be a pain in the neck….

::sighs and taps a toe, listening to the water splash::

-but before he can get to you, you've gone to fetch a... Mop? Another creature, he guesses. He rocks on his heels, looking around before something amber and sweet catches his eye in a glass jar. He scurries over, pressing the pump and letting the nectar catch in his hands with a bubbling laugh, letting more flow through his fingers in sticky strands-

::He’s me. I created him. The thoughts run through his head, of creative writing and the whole book, and of the Fox escaped out into the Seoul night, and he shivers, because h o w  is this possible? It shouldn’t be. He’s trying to think of a way to explain when you’re gone in a crack of air—- he spins at the giggle, staring quite openly at a mass of color-changing curls.::

…..the dishwasher?

::he hits a second button absently, and the thing beeps again—-

And bubbly water starts, much to his horror, pouring from the now-ajar door:: 

Stand back, you... You MONSTER! Vile beast!

-he charges towards the... Whatever it is, its mouth clanging shut.-

Ah-ha! ConquERED!

No, don’t—stop that, Dobharcu isn’t here, he’s far away, where you should be—

::and then he thought about that for a second.

Dobharcu is at my beck and call, so he may appear as I please.

-He gives a smug grin, bouncing on his toes- Why do you have Junghwannie's face? Are you one of those changeling folk?

-he cocks a brow, staring at you.. Until something catches his eye behind you. He lets out a gasp, disappearing into thin air with a crack and reappears behind you, sitting cross legged in front of the dishwasher-

::for a second, he just blinks, because….you’re a lot shorter than zelo. your eyes are super bright, where his are tamed by the past year. 

And you’re barefoot. 

And…::

….who are you?

::he’s already got a sinking suspicion, but he has to ask, even as he backs away::

ShhhHHHH, you know that name is forbidden! -he swallows, thickly… Before noticing something is off, something different. Yes, Junghwan wore shifts, but. His hair was longer, his build slightly shorter than this… This…- 

…IMPOSTER! What did you do with Junghwan! Where is Sir?! Let me know at once or I shall leave you to face Dobharcu!