After practice
"Dammit, I hope no one sees me." A soft and terrified voice spoke out. the footsteps were almost as light as Hongbin, but it didn't help mask this feeling of anxiety and fear that came along from his power. He cursed his desire to practice and hoped that no one would notice a deathly pale man with a jaw that unhinged and swayed at his throat. As he pulled a scarf over his head and face, he realized how foolish he looked but did not care since it was a burden to have his powers. He hung his head low, in shame, and walked into the infirmary's door.
"Oh shit, goddamn door." He cursed at himself. He slid the door open with Death's hand and noticed a surviving light. "Ah, fuck not again..." He, again, cursed. He clung to the opposite wall and tried to stick to the shadows before he frustratingly noticed that the medicine cabinet was on the other side of the room, in barely any light. He quickly stepped under the light and pulled out his phone to light to cabinet.
"Now where in Father's name is that medicine. No, no, no..." He whispered to himself in anxiety. He was looking for enough advil to possibly numb a large livestock animal, but all he found was funny looking bottles and the throat clearing of another man.
Fuck. Act cool Hongbin, don't blow your cover. Hongbin repeated to himself. He pulled down the scarf even farther and turned around slowly, in fear the person would scream and try to kill Hongbin.
