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Post by DONOVAN SHEPHERD on Oct 25, 2013 6:59:08 GMT -8
Donovan wasn't too sure how he ended up in the passenger seat of Kyu-Sik's car, tupperware of pasta salad in his lap and humming along to whichever song was playing on the radio to fill the awkward silence. At least Kyu-Sik had good taste in music. His fingers drummed on the side of the plastic container in a jaunty rhythm, occasionally glancing over at the driver, uncertain of how to read his rather flat expression. Probably not too happy to be there, but so far polite about it if politeness could be measured in lack of saying anything rude.
He also wasn't sure why he agreed to coming to this company picnic at all, but he knew that having Mi-Ho keeping schedules organized was to blame for him no longer being able to claim ignorance to it existing. Otherwise he would have blown it off, because socializing with coworkers in the mountains sounded like the worst way to spend his time before he was supposed to go into work later that night. Especially if the morning crew was going to be there, far too chipper and too many white teeth for Donovan to be comfortable with.
And Mi-Ho, in an act that could only be interpreted as cruelty, hadn't allowed his legitimate excuse for not going. It wasn't good enough that his bicycle was stolen outside of her home when he delivered her forgotten phone to her brother, because she'd gone ahead and apparently convinced her brother to drive him instead. Yet Mi-Ho herself was blatantly missing from the car, unless Kyu-Sik had her tied up in the trunk. Donovan doubted it. Maybe she was already there. Maybe she skipped out, and Donovan envied her for a moment. Hopefully Louisa would be coming so he wasn't too greatly outnumbered, though he brought the pasta salad as a safe guard against eating any sorta of critter she might have cooked up for the occasion.
Staring out the windows, Donovan was glad that Kyu-Sik apparently knew where they were going as the GPS announced the next turn, because he certainly didn't and hadn't been paying enough attention. "Are we there yet?" he finally punctuated the fading out of one song before it led into the next.
Date: May 22 Tag: Kyu-Sik, Louisa
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Post by KYU-SIK MOON on Oct 25, 2013 9:20:40 GMT -8
Today won’t come again. At some point, the time has already...
May 22nd
tag | Radio Peeps
words | 450 | Kyu-Sik was very aware that he had what could have been considered a problem. When his sister asked him to do something, it was often very difficult to tell her no. Even if her request was absolutely absurd to him, he wasn't going to tell her no, especially when it wasn't really all that often she asked him to do anything for her. That was exactly how he found himself heading toward a picnic for a company he didn't work for with a man he hardly knew anything about other than Mi-Ho was not his type and he threw away paperwork often enough to need an assistant. Mi-Ho had asked if he could drive Donovan to the picnic since the man's bicycle had been stolen outside of their house just a few days before. Knowing that, there was some weird feeling of responsibility mixed in with his obligation toward his sister. However, it was a disappointment when she told him that she wasn't going herself, but she packed him a dish and a few extra things to take before sending him on his way.
There were a million better things he could have been doing on that day. Okay, well, not quite a million. It was more like thirty-two. There were thirty-two better things he could've been doing on that day. Kyu-Sik knew this, because on the drive to the Santa Monica Mountains he had been making a list in his head and checking it twice. He wanted to complain, but he patiently and politely held his tongue. It was probably already hard to understand why he was there, and he had no way to justify his presence to his current traveling companion should any concern be raised.
The car ride over was rather quiet as a result, but that didn't mean it was uncomfortable at least. Music from the car's radio filled the gaps between any words that were spoken and he didn't find Donovan's humming to be displeasing. The magic of actually reading road signs and following the instructions from his GPS led them to their destination in time. Kyu-Sik picked out a suitable parking space before slowing his car to a halt.
"I'm guessing this is it," he answered with a sigh. He reached into the back seat to pick up the food his sister had sent with him, and then it was out of the car. There were people having a picnic in the location they had been sent anyway. He, of course, recognized absolutely no one. He didn't even work there. His eyes were just calmly on Donovan when they walked over to join the crowd, hoping that the man would see someone he knew. |
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Post by LOUISA GOFORTH on Oct 26, 2013 21:11:59 GMT -8
Being something of an outdoorsy type and a fan of stuffing herself full of free food, Louisa wasn’t going to say no to a picnic. No, she’d tromped on out to the mountains without complaint, wielding a big pot full of vaguely-defined stew. The Santa Monica Mountains weren’t her mountains. They were pretty weird, in fact. They were low and brown and lacking trees, too full of shrubs, but they were something. They were something that wasn’t buildings on top of other buildings on top of three Starbuckses. She wasn’t impressed, but she wasn’t disappointed.
The same went for the day’s company so far. The morning crew was too peppy to be real people, and Louisa didn’t know most of the other, normal-seeming folks from around the station. She was social enough to make it work, though. She’d been occupied in a conversation about traditional mountain ballads for quite a while by the time anybody she knew showed up, and she excused herself as she caught Donovan striding up to the picnic area with yet another stranger.
”Hey, Donny,” she called as she walked to meet them, hand up in greeting. ”’Bout time you showed up. Who’s your friend?”
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Post by DONOVAN SHEPHERD on Oct 27, 2013 6:28:21 GMT -8
There wasn't much in the way of hills where Donovan was from, and definitely no mountains. So there wasn't much to compare to decide whether he was impressed or not, but the fresh air was pleasant. Or would be, if it wasn't polluted by the noise of far too many chatting coworkers and their families whose jobs he didn't know nor care about, and definitely didn't want to be introduced to and forced to listen to. Donovan's typically neutral expression was beginning to twist into one of dread, and he was looking for somewhere to spend in hiding from socialization, with or without Kyu-Sik (every man for himself,) when he heard Louisa's distinct call.
"Louisa," he greeted with a relieved smile, finding it strange to see her outside of the station, though she didn't seem too different. Maybe a bit better suited for their current surroundings. They got along well enough in the few months they'd been working together, despite their differing personalities, but they hadn't spent any time together outside of it yet. He always assumed she had a far more active schedule outside of work than he did, and not a lot of hobbies in common. But out of anyone there, it was her company that he'd prefer. "This is…" Donovan paused, remembering that he couldn't quite recall the other man's name. It wasn't a name he'd ever heard of before, hadn't really been too concerned with knowing it because he doubted they'd ever cross paths again. For some reason, Mi-Ho had decided otherwise. "Mi-Ho's brother," he finished vaguely, and the obvious lack of the girl that made them coffee was a bit odd.
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Post by KYU-SIK MOON on Oct 27, 2013 7:26:21 GMT -8
Today won’t come again. At some point, the time has already...
May 22nd
tag | Radio Peeps
words | 275 | Kyu-Sik's look of displeasure was probably obvious and he didn't really care about trying to hide it. He knew no one there, though someone seemed to have at least spotted Donovan soon enough. They weren't left standing there too awkwardly for very long. This didn't particularly help Kyu-Sik with the situation, but it did at least give them more of a place at the picnic in general. Nothing was familiar about the very casual looking woman other than the booming voice that came out of her. The same night that he had been put to sleep by Donovan's voice was also the same night he had earlier been kept up by the co-host's folksy accent. That was the Louisa that Mi-Ho had mentioned. Between Donovan and the woman, he decided that there were reasons that radio hosts were not televised. Together they reminded him much of the eclectic dirty laundry piles down at the local laundromat.
"Here," Kyu-Sik said while handing the dish of fried something that Mi-Ho made over to Louisa. "Mi-Ho made this. She said she had an errand to run and she couldn't come to the picnic, but she'll still be at work in the evening." And now he was lying on his sister's behalf. She was watching their parents store, but she had made it clear that she just wasn't going because she hadn't wanted to go in the first place.
Honestly, he wasn't too keen on introducing himself, but he figured it was only natural to give his name after that. "My name is Kyu-Sik, by the way. Nice to meet you." He guessed? Why was he even there, really? |
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Post by LOUISA GOFORTH on Oct 28, 2013 2:48:55 GMT -8
"Oh." Louisa took the dish as it was offered, peeking under the foil and looking it over while Mi-Ho's Brother (name pending) explained why he was here and Mi-Ho wasn't. Said explanation was met with a hum and an, "Aw. Well, that's too bad. Glad you could make it out, at least."
Her cheerful tone of greeting only brightened after the more proper introduction. She shifted the tray so that she could hold it with one hand and reached over the clap Kyu-Sik on the back. She slid further, though, until she had a friendly arm slung over his shoulders. He seemed pretty uptight, one of those quiet ones, so engaging in more contact than necessary was great for shits and giggles. She even gave him a little squeeze.
"Welcome to the Sunshine Station Picnic, Kyu-Sik," she started in something of a showman's voice, gesturing as best she could with her occupied hand toward the gathering. His name came out mispronounced, but it was her best try. "I think you're just in time to eat. Who can say no to free food?"
With a short laugh, she released Kyu-Sik from her impromptu embrace, clapping him on the back again before starting back towards the table area. "C'mon, Don. Let's go deal with these bozos."
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Post by DONOVAN SHEPHERD on Oct 30, 2013 5:00:56 GMT -8
It was almost enough to feel sorry for Kyu-Sik at Louisa's openly friendly welcoming, well aware of his stance on harassment and Louisa's stance on regular bodily hygiene that would put most people off hugs with her. It made for a potentially bad combination, but Donovan was hardly going to interfere on either's behalf, finding it more amusing than anything. As petty as it was, perhaps he wanted Kyu-Sik to suffer a little bit.
Avoiding eye contact with as many coworkers as possible, in case any tried to engage him in conversation, Donovan brought his own dish to the table. Because he didn't really want to deal with the bozos. He hesitantly set the pasta salad in a clear space amongst many things that he immediately ruled out as edible. If anyone could say no to free food, it was Donovan. He wasn't particularly a food snob, but the assortment of store-bought packages and the questionably unidentifiable home-cooked foods wasn't all that appealing.
Would it look too rude if he only ate his own food? Donovan served a few small proportions of things that looked relatively harmless onto the outskirts of his paper plate, avoiding anything he couldn't immediately guess the ingredients of. Including Louisa's stew, which he peeked at and hid an unpleasant wince. "Wow, that looks..." Donovan tried to think of a proper descriptor, failed. "Neat. Kill it yourself?"
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Post by KYU-SIK MOON on Oct 31, 2013 2:47:56 GMT -8
Today won’t come again. At some point, the time has already...
May 22nd
tag | Radio Peeps
words | 349 | Kyu-Sik's already slender body shrunk as much as it possibly could when the strange woman's arm went around him, much like a hedgehog would try to curl its body when danger came near. However, he was not a hedgehog and he wasn't rude enough to escape the situation. He looked at her blankly and nodded slowly. "Thank you."
She seemed… friendly enough? He was officially putting away any slight assumptions of the radio co-stars being similar. Though Louisa looked as much like a laundry pile as Donovan did, there were differences between them. Louisa seemed to be the more outgoing of the duo on the basis of her apparently being more touchy feel-y, and Donovan radiated a more relaxed sort of welcoming air. Perhaps it was because he wasn't entirely certain that Louisa had put on deodorant and Donovan smelled cozy. Like baking and clean laundry. Pondering the matter just made him feel more uncomfortable, so he decided to give up on it for the time being.
It was still obvious he didn't belong at the picnic, even though it was nice to kind of know at least two of the people. And neither of those two seemed all that keen on interacting much with their co-workers as well. That suited him just fine. He followed over to the table where all the dishes were being placed and eyed the assortment. It was typical picnic, it seemed. Chicken, pasta salads, five different kinds of lukewarm macaroni, store-bought chips and desserts, and some odd dishes he couldn't quite decipher. One amongst those was an odd smelling soup that didn't seem too unappetizing to him. Free food was free food, and Kyu-Sik was never a picky eater. He would try everything at least once, and still probably eat it a second time if you put in front of him again after that.
He did, however, raise an eyebrow at the 'kill it yourself' comment, and he looked up at the woman. It must have been a joke? He grabbed a paper plate and decided to start with the pasta salad himself. |
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Post by LOUISA GOFORTH on Nov 5, 2013 7:04:44 GMT -8
Louisa's first move at the table was to set down Mi-ho's dish and immediately take a healthy serving from it. She was all for fried food, no matter how ambiguous. It wasn't the kind of cooking that was easy to make a mess of, not that Louisa was really picky in the first place. Why, she barely spared the provided dishes a second look before she was carelessly doling things onto her plate.
Donovan's reaction to her own dish got a quick bark of a laugh out of her. She turned to bat her eyelashes at him, joking sweetness. "Oh, hon, you just know me so well," she gushed and laughed again, plopping her own ladle-full onto her plate. "Don't worry your pretty, little head. Their brethren ain't coming for revenge or anything. Ain't nothing about it gonna kill ya."
Her co-host was oftentimes a weird, dry kinda guy. There were plenty of times where she wasn't sure whether he was genuinely wary of things going on around him, or if he was just approaching things all snarky-like. It could have been both, too, of course. Snarky-like wariness. Who knows? It certainly wasn't something she dwelled upon at great length. She was onto the next thing as soon as she had her plate filled, looking around and smiling wide at the realization that everybody was busy talking to everybody else.
"Hey, I got some stuff in my truck, if we wanna stay kinda discrete. We could go eat in the bed."
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Post by DONOVAN SHEPHERD on Nov 6, 2013 4:11:15 GMT -8
Might not kill him, but Donovan preferred to err on the side of being safe than polite, sarcastic eyelash batting or no. "You think I'm pretty," he grinned in response, putting a tiny drizzle of the stew on the every edge of his plate that he already planned to ignore and anything it touched. Avoiding eating lumpy meat of unknown origin and whatever fried thing Kyu-Sik brought might not be the best way to strengthen any bonds of friendship and trust that he wasn't under an delusion of existing, but Louisa probably thought of him as a bit finicky already and he doubted Kyu-Sik really cared about what he ate as long as he wasn't anywhere in the general vicinity of Mi-Ho while doing so. If it weren't for the fact that Kyu-Sik was obviously quite reluctant to be here, he might have guessed the boy had been the one to insist coming in her place to spare any harassing, despite the risk of harassment himself.
Though he was pleased that Kyu-Sik started with his pasta salad, if only because that meant he wouldn't have to deal with dragging leftovers back. He added an extra scoop of pasta salad to Louisa's plate, making no show of being subtle about his hypocrisy.
Deciding not to question what exactly Louisa meant by some stuff in her truck, because any reluctance on his part probably wasn't going to prevent finding out, Donovan did prefer the option of retreating instead of actually mingling. He nudged Kyu-Sik along, because he wasn't going to let him escape so easily.
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Post by KYU-SIK MOON on Nov 7, 2013 5:46:04 GMT -8
Today won’t come again. At some point, the time has already...
May 22nd
tag | Radio Peeps
words | 254 | Along with the pasta salad and some of whatever Mi-Ho had fried, Kyu-Sik decided to try his luck with the deviled eggs, potato salad, baked beans, and a smaller piece of the fried chicken. Nothing was an unordinary picnic food, so it was nothing he hadn't eaten before. If not hopefully tasty, it all seemed passably edible. Free food was free food, and he wasn't going to be too picky with what he was taking. Louisa's response to Donovan did admittedly cause some hesitation, but the stew didn't look or smell too unappetizing. He was feeling up for giving it a try, so he put some on his plate as well.
As he wondered where the two co-hosts were going to sit, he was happy in that they seemed content with the fact that everyone was just busy with everyone else. This allotted the opportunity for them to eat and run without any guilt for anyone in the matter, not that he should've really been there anyway.
Unfortunately, that did not mean the option that was presented to them by the woman sounded very good. Kyu-Sik gave a slight frown again. But he didn't want to go to the strange woman's truck. Nor did he particularly care for whatever 'some stuff' was supposed to be. The young man started turning his gaze to others in the area to find some other reasonable and quiet looking individuals only to find himself nudged along by Donovan. He let out a hefty sigh and nodded.
"Which way?" |
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Post by LOUISA GOFORTH on Nov 11, 2013 4:19:50 GMT -8
"This'n," Louisa answered Kyu-Sik's resigned question, nodding towards the parking area and starting away on long strides. While she hadn't parked too far from the picnic area, she'd attempted to go for a location somewhat obscured from view. It had worked well enough. Again, there weren't a lot of good trees to assist in view-obscuring, but an odd corner and a couple other cars helped. Not that it mattered too much, anyway. She wasn't planning on getting up to anything too illicit.
She reached up with one hand to drop the tailgate before clamoring into her truck's bed, balancing her plateful of food while she kicked a tarp out of the way. She gestured for the two of them to sit with a brief, "There ya go, fellas." Not quite finished in her preparations for proper hosting, however, she set her plate down and, in a quick moment, had jiggled her truck's back window open and shoved her arm in, reaching for something in the backseat. That something, when she pulled her arm out again, was a jar full of clear liquid.
Plopping down with a grin, she sat the jar in between the three of them and took up her plate once more. She popped a mouthful of macaroni salad into her mouth and indicated to the jar with her plastic fork, speaking to Donovan. "Take a whiff of that."
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Post by DONOVAN SHEPHERD on Nov 11, 2013 5:31:09 GMT -8
There was a bit of a bounce in his step as the blended murmur of the group faded into the distance, his coworkers out of sight and unlikely to come track them down. Most of them probably weren't too aware that he existed, didn't think he was insulting anybody by his absence. There was only so much he was willing to talk a day, and he needed to save up whatever energy he had left for work that night.
Setting the plate down on the lowered tailgate, he gripped the edge and hopped up a bit awkwardly into the back of the probably-once-red truck, then held out a hand for Kyu-Sik to take. Getting settled on the cleanest spot he could identify, which really was no better than anywhere else, he was willing to ignore the grimy spots on the knees of his pants.
There were worse things in life, he decided, eying the jar with some confusion and unable to discern its contents but suspecting this was the stuff she promised. That. That was probably worse, but he picked it up anyway as instructed. "Ohdearjesus," Donovan visibly cringed, turning his face away from the jar. But that wasn't enough to deter him from taking a second sniff, met by another but slightly less violent wince. "That's awful," he said almost cheerfully. "Is that for cleaning toilets?"
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Post by KYU-SIK MOON on Nov 13, 2013 4:13:13 GMT -8
Today won’t come again. At some point, the time has already...
May 22nd
tag | Radio Peeps
words | 297 | The thoughts going through Kyu-Sik's head as he followed the radio duo to the rustic woman's truck was the continued debate over what was really the lesser of the two evils in a situation like this. Had he stayed with the complete strangers back closer the picnic tables, he could've claimed to be a temporary radio station intern and he probably wouldn't have gotten bothered all that much.
Now, however, he was stuck between two very strange people. Two seemingly very different strange people, but very strange nonetheless. At least they were nice enough. Unless they were leading him away to knock him out and then steal his kidney, but he doubted that something like that happened too often outside of a dark comedy film. When his sister told him to go to the picnic in her stead, he really hadn't thought that he'd be on the back of the truck with a plate carrying some partially unidentifiable soup. He sighed, but he took Donovan's hand and let himself be helped unto the bed of the truck.
Well this was… cozy? Kyu-Sik remained totally unimpressed and he knew that he was probably visible uncomfortable. He watched the exchange over the jar of the heaven's only knew what, and the expression of 'you have got to be kidding me' was written all over him. Silently, he decided to just start eating instead. He was a brave soul who decided to start of with the soup. If he ate that first he wouldn't have to worry about it spilling off of his plate at any point. The boy still couldn't identify what meat he was eating, but the taste was surprisingly decent. "This isn't bad," he offered in a half-compliment to Louisa. He was trying to be polite. Kinda. |
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Post by LOUISA GOFORTH on Nov 13, 2013 4:50:54 GMT -8
Louisa guffawed at Donovan's reaction upon getting his nose to the jar, complete with a sharp slap against her knee. Her grin stayed in place as she shoveled another forkful of picnic food into her mouth. "You drink it, genius," she started, swallowing loudly. She pointed her fork at him, then, eyes widening in an expression of mock-ominousness. "Just a little bit, though, grasshopper. You're like to die if you get more than a couple of swallows, sheltered thing like you."
Her teasing was, mercifully, interrupted by the quiet re-emergence of their new friend, and Louisa's faux-serious face again cracked into a wide grin. She let out a sudden 'Ha!' and slapped Kyu-Sik on the back. "You're some kind of peach! See, Donny? Good manners ain't as hard as you make it out to be!" She couldn't help but take the dig, but she softened long enough to give Kyu-Sik's poor shoulder a much more gentle pat. "Thanks, fella. Everybody else around here's way too skeptical."
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Post by DONOVAN SHEPHERD on Nov 13, 2013 5:08:53 GMT -8
Donovan wasn't even legally allowed to drink, had a distaste for it after his ex-boyfriend had become overly involved in the lifestyle and actively avoided falling into such a thing himself. But he was willing to take Louisa up on the challenge when Kyu-Sik at least bravely tried her stew, taking an ambitious sip from the jar. And immediately regretted it, his eyes watering as he struggled to swallow and not spit it out all over his companions. It burned, and he couldn't imagine why anybody would willingly consume such a thing. "Deargodjesusfuckno," he muttered, the distaste difficult to hide.
He shoveled a spoonful of pasta into his mouth, trying to block out the taste, but the unpleasant sensation remained. "So much for good manners," he nearly glowered at the jar, pushing it as far from himself as possible. "I'll go back to being skeptical."
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Post by KYU-SIK MOON on Nov 13, 2013 5:15:08 GMT -8
Today won’t come again. At some point, the time has already...
May 22nd
tag | Radio Peeps
words | 157 | Kyu-Sik had nearly dropped his fork at the pat. He swallowed his food, holding it in so that she could't accidentally force that out of his mouth as he chewed as well. She hadn't patted him that hard. but he recognized that she must've been the sort of person with a very strong grip. And she was pretty touchy-feely. "I can't imagine why," he replied quietly, not letting the sentence drip with quite as much sarcasm as he really wanted it to.
The skepticism was probably well deserved after watching part two of the adventure with whatever liquid was kept inside that jar of hers. The smell was so potent he swore he could've smelled it from where he was sitting. There was a part of him that remained morbidly curious, but he kept his head down and started on the pasta salad after eating most of Louisa's stew.
"Do these picnics always turn out like this?"
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Post by LOUISA GOFORTH on Nov 13, 2013 6:31:59 GMT -8
Louisa, obviously easy to laugh, started into another round of snickering as Donovan took a drink from the jar. Truth be told, she'd been going more for the reaction than for getting her co-host picnic-sloshed. She took the jar back, fishing the lid from wherever she'd last deposited it. "Aw, you're no fun," she chided.
Kyu-Sik's inquiry had Louisa perking up, like she'd somehow forgotten that the mysterious stranger had been there to offer commentary, or that she hadn't expected to contribute more than three words at a time. She couldn't offer a lot for the question, really, so she just shrugged. "Don't ask me, man. I just got here. This's the first company picnic I ever been to." She nodded to Donovan, adding, "Donny, too. We're both new to LA, huh, Don?"
She paused in screwing the cap back onto the jar to nudge Kyu-Sik's arm with the hand holding the container. "You want a swig, kid?"
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Post by DONOVAN SHEPHERD on Nov 14, 2013 3:09:07 GMT -8
If being fun was defined by submitting his body to horrific abuse, then Donovan was comfortable with being considered a stick in the mud. He was used to his version of fun not being all that fun to anybody else, anyway, to feel any personal insult from it. He took most of what the woman said lightly. But he managed a carefree smile at Louisa's laughing despite the lingering taste in his mouth, not all that bothered it was at his expense.
Donovan wasn't exactly new to LA, had been there a few years prior to joining the radio station, but he'd never offered much in the way of a backstory to his coworker beyond my parents are dead and I don't want to talk about it. "I've been invited to these things before," Donovan waved his fork with a speared black olive slice on it. He'd been around a bit longer than Louisa at the station, but not by any significant amount to claim seniority. "But always conveniently lost the memo in the trash. I'd have managed to get out of this one too, except Mi-Ho..." and Donovan spared a glance at Kyu-Sik, daring him to find some way to read into his intentions at mentioning his sister's name too deeply.
And then he brightened up, smiled at Louisa. "He thinks I'm out to harass Mi-Ho," he informed his co-host, a vague wave toward the Korean. "Just because I was nice enough to return her phone."
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Post by KYU-SIK MOON on Nov 14, 2013 3:49:53 GMT -8
Today won’t come again. At some point, the time has already...
May 22nd
tag | Radio Peeps
words | 251 | Kyu-Sik was going to ignore Louisa's offer of the liquid that clearly was gasoline. The scent emanating from the jar was strong and he had no interest in putting that in his mouth any time soon. Until Donovan turned the conversation to him. His flat expression turned into a frown again. That was the cue that somehow swayed his decision toward trying the alcohol. Without saying anything, he finally nodded and bravely took a sip of what was in the jar.
Tastebuds he thought he had burned out years ago with kimchi felt like they were blistering. His eyes nearly watered, as well, but somehow he managed to hold the drink in and swallow. "Oh god, do you throw this on witches?" The soft rasp of the Korean male's voice was made a bit grittier. He coughed to try and return some normality to it as he handed the jar back over to her.
He hadn't poured himself any other drink at the picnic table, so he finished off his potato salad to compensate. Mayonnaise was better for cooling his mouth than nothing. Only after he gathered himself more did he try and defend himself. "I'm not going to apologize for caring about my sister." He would have defended the fact that she was clearly doing her job well, but he was all too aware of the irony that he was there in her place after making sure her co-workers went. It was just like Mi-Ho to pull something like that. |
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