[joon's greeting is minimal, but it almost seems like shyness more than anything. he glances at junsu, lowering his eyes before continuing over to bed.
he sits his backpack on the floor, old and worn with patches all over. even that has a memory attached to it - haneul begging hojoon to let him buy him something nicer, something crisp and black leather. joon always laughing and refusing.]
I made the smallest board size. [joon unzips his pack to take it out.] It'll be easier to learn on it.
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[joon's greeting is minimal, but it almost seems like shyness more than anything. he glances at junsu, lowering his eyes before continuing over to bed.
he sits his backpack on the floor, old and worn with patches all over. even that has a memory attached to it - haneul begging hojoon to let him buy him something nicer, something crisp and black leather. joon always laughing and refusing.]
I made the smallest board size. [joon unzips his pack to take it out.] It'll be easier to learn on it.