[color=8493ca]“Careful there, you were almost mixin’ butter the old-fashioned way.”[/color] Astoundingly unphased by his own boldness, even having the audacity to shoot March some finger-guns with a tell-tale click of his tongue. Returning to his duties, the cups and plates were stacked into the washer. Sure, he could have hand washed them but erm, time, effort, that sort of thing.

Besides, he seemed quite taken with March, smile plastered on his face and watching the lad mess with his hair some. Perhaps out of sheer instinct, he returned the motion to himself. 

[color=8493ca]“No? It’s a compliment then!”[/color]

Did he know him?

His mouth hung open in shock and awe. A hand braced to his heart, the other arm was outstretched across the dishwasher—and then swiftly removed because that baby was roasting hot. It was a motion of sheer disbelief. His lips trembled, eyes wide with some faint hurt that he was attempting to summon up.

[color=8493ca]“You were like, a brother to me… am I so easily forgotten…?”[/color]

He let out a dramatic sob, palm held against his mouth. If he could have willed it, his eyes would have been watering, but any chance of that was swiftly removed with the bobbing of his shoulders. He was laughing.
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“I’m messin’ with ya. You don’t know me, but you might in time. Dae-Hyun, pleased to meetcha’.”
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