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Squish. Squish. ......sneeze. squish squish squish....sneeze. .........SQUISHSQUISHSQUISH SNEEZE.
fuck.
Joowon doesn’t have many weaknesses. At least not many that he’d identify out loud. His arch-nemesis could be waiting in any corner to strike. So he tries to keep himself as fit and alert as possible. He expects his weakness to strike him after he’s recognized his specialty. Only after Superman rose to prominence did he find out kryptonite could kill him. Why should he operate any other way?
Given that he hasn’t found his specialty, his ability, his assigned prowess he finds it rather offensive that he’s become the target of an attack right now. Yes currently Joowon is being attacked. Source of the attack: a kitten. Where’d he find this destroyer of worlds? While he was running an errand, well finishing --- driving through the streets on his bicycle and trying not to get killed by speeding cars. Honestly he’d be really grateful if super-speed became his thing.
The rain strikes leaving no sympathy for anyone. Not him, not the hundred of cars passing him by and drenching him and certainly not the cat trying to climb out a box and falling into the middle of the street. In front of him and the cars. Joo remembers swerving, crashing and getting fucked up all at once.
He has a bit of a good samaritan in him so he picks up the cat, white and soaked as he is in his arms. It’s halfway into the ride, bloodied from knees down and drenched from feet up that he starts sneezing. It gets so bad that he’s sneezing and swerving and he’s got claws of death raking lines into his skin.
Rain blurs his vision, rain, pain and tears. So he follows instinct. Instinct leads him to a stop, bike discarded at the curb and feet splashing through the doors.
Squish. Squish. ......sneeze. squish squish squish....sneeze. .........SQUISHSQUISHSQUISH SNEEZE.
“JOOOOOOOOOOOOY HELP ME I DK WHAT TO DO WITH THIS ANIMAL. IT’S TEARING INTO MY SKIN.” It should be noted that he does in fact pronounce the acronym rather than say it and that he’s dripping blood, rain and cat fur all onto the polished floor of the Moulin Pooch. ( It should also be noted that the lack of exclamation marks means he’s not yelling the fact more than he’s announcing, and shoving the cat forward while it continues to bite into his hand.)
