do people really say howdy around here?
March 2018 Houston, Texas, USA
Wear proper walking shoes when traveling long distances on foot. It’s common sense, but so is sparing your bandmate the spiel after they’d chosen to wear the knock-off Birkenstocks they bought from Walmart last night. Everything in a foreign country is new, fascinating, cool, a bunch of big words Lady Gaga might’ve invented once upon a time. The marvel and overhype of things here though? A “What’s an American 7-11 like?” type of attitude? Whew. That much is beyond him.
As a friend, then, laughing at their present misery is a little justified. Does that make River a sadist? It’s just bare minimum... not like he’s going to hold this over Eundam’s head for the next few months or anything. That often. Besides, it’s nothing personal.
River laughs the rest of it off, finding a bench for the two of them to sit so that Eundam can slip his broken sandal off his foot. When settled, he steals the shoe from his hands to examine it for himself, a stupid grin on his face. "You were better off with the cheap Crocs, hyung.” A downward glance, then up at Eundam’s profile, smile small now but still there. “How are your heels?”
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