Easy? Sure. He would indulge him for a while, going about it in his preferred way. Gently, gloveless hands wandered across his upper back, squeezing his shoulders and rubbing away the tension fighting against his fingertips. The proof of a worked body, but no doubt, their previous workout was also showing its effects. Delighted to receive the praise, he leaned into his ear and let out a playful chuckle against its rim, his breath warm and ticklish.

      ❝I am happy you think so.❞, he whispered, retreating his hands from his shoulders in a languid stroke down his arms. 

      Faron had nothing to worry about, however. His pampering wouldn’t stop there. It would take a turn, though, after Woochi put some distance between the two of them and suddenly yanked him back by the shoulders, pinning him down only to then roll him over onto his front. That last part, not before flashing him a cunning smile from above. He gave him no room to argue, not that he thought he would anyway, before throwing a leg over his waist to straddle him and sit down on the backside of his thighs.

      ❝... How much longer is this going to take?❞, he grumbled, impatiently tapping his foot. 

@eeriestatic​ said:  [ LEAN ] : your muse leans tantalisingly close to my muse to retrieve something or catch their attention. Ezme @ 06 [yEet gotta yeet over now shgj]

      While dutifully waiting for her to raid the kitchen pantry, he was keeping an eye out for possible witnesses to their petty crime. That meant that his gaze was nowhere near her, at least not until he felt the warmth of her frame a mere millimeter away from his own. She was leaning against him, trying to reach one of the high shelves behind him. Of course, she could have asked him to do it for her, but then she wouldn’t have had a pretext to smother him.

      He was an immovable object at first, his arms idling by his sides while he watched her struggle. Thinking to give her some space, he tried backing away, but there was nowhere to go as his back hit the edge of the counter. His impassive gaze gave no warning as to his following course of action, but the hands that slipped below her hind might have when he suddenly grabbed the backs of her thighs and hoisted her up on his body. Naturally, that meant that he could no longer do his job since his face was buried within her chest.

@eeriestatic​ said:  "Wearing glasses and all-- I assume is sunglasses. Have you even taken those off yet since you've arrived?" - Jojo @ J [dont you'll get blinded from the whitewash halls dhgh J needs some @'s too he hasn't got enough]

      ❝Hah. Despite what everyone thinks, these sunglasses aren’t part of my face... They do come off.❞ he scoffed. As demonstration, he took them off and wiped the lenses clean with the hem of his tank top, rubbing them between his fingers. His gaze didn’t look very friendly without the help of those orange-tinted hues. 

      ❝Kid, you can’t even tell the difference between a table and a roof... The last thing you need is a tank.❞

      ❝Hm? What are you talking about?❞ he grumbled. 

      Although he didn’t know for sure, he had a vague idea. And that vague idea was what made him pull out his work phone and scroll through his email’s sent box. Immediately, his expression darkened upon seeing the name Titman where Kim Cheolsu should have been.

      ❝Are you the joker who did this? Very funny...❞