Sang: Rude, but okay.
Min-Soo: *Returns to his normal form. I never said I was good at replicating emotions, did I? *Starts to say something else when he tilted his head, as if listening to someone calling him from afar. ...some people are inescapable. *His gaze shifted back towards where Trenton had gone, clearly debating on going after him.
Myung: Who do you work for?
Min-Soo: Director Pierce Wargrave and Lady Ouija.
Myung: *He almost rolled his eyes at the first name. How about I make you an offer to stay with us? And not kill anyone?
Min-Soo: *Humming in faux thought, he shifted his gaze up to his unruly bangs. ...no. *He glanced back at Myung with a sneer. What do you have to offer? Or anyone, for that matter? Cheap sex won't save you. *Though he might've said it to Myung, the words were clearly directed in Sang's direction when the idol stood up to protest.
Myung: *His eyes shifted away, thinking carefully about everything he knew about his husband. How different could they be? With a nervous swallow, he met Min-Soo's steely gaze again. Blueberry muffins.
Sang: Welp, we're gonna die.