#jongdaeofthedead asks

“The baby will need exercise every day, though exercise for a baby is different than an adults. Taking it’s legs and moving them up and down and back and forth with prepare it’s muscles for growing more, and thus crawling.”

“Yeah that looks broken.” He murmurs as he holds up his phone, with two fingers on the edge that wasn’t horribly shattered. He sighed and shook his head, looking around before taking one of the diapers he always had packed now and setting it in it. He frowned. “Don’t worry about it. It was about time I got a new phone anyway.” He murmured, glancing at the other before blushing and scratching his head, embarrassed. “I-I’m sorry I ran into you too. I guess we should look where we’re going.” 

Jongdae blinked at the sudden approach, a hand on Hana’s back as he help him against him, looking down before smiling as he sits down and chuckles. “Hello wee one. Can I help you?” He murmurs as he crouches down and sets Hana on the ground, the little girl looking at him then at his feet before speaking. “Why do you have dragon feet? Are you a dragon?” The girl asks, as she tugs on his shirt. 

While JOngdae was always happy to be nice and welcoming to new people, getting slept on while riding the train was one of the few things he wasn’t cheery and open too. He looked to the sky, sighing softly as he wished for someone to help him out of this when he heard her mumbled. He blinked at the confession and looked at her, eyes full of wonder. What was she dreaming? 

Jongdae looked at his wound and sighed, scratching his head with his clean hand. “It’s fine. I do it all the time.’ He bit his lip as he tried to cover his knee, shrugging. “I don’t know, you seemed to make it worse.” He teased before nodding slightly. “I should heal fine if I can get it cleaned and covered... Yeah... I’ll accept you on that offer.” 

He sat and watches at the other wrote, smiling down at him before kissing his head with a laugh. “Good job Lu, you wrote it all right. I’m very proud of you. You’ve been doing your homework.” 

His hands drew away as he looked down at her. He blinked slowly and puled his hands away just as slowly, confused. He had seen her laying on the ground and she looked to be wounded, yet she wouldn’t let him help her. He stared a bit longer before setting his jaw and frowning, grabbing onto her. “No. You're hurt. And I won’t let you go until I see what it needs.” 

“Shit.” He said before quickly running down the stairs and crouching beside the form. It was a female, he noted, as he turned her over. “Miss? Miss are you alright?”