to be fair, radiostar drew first blood.

[yeouiju]

Who: Sunny, Jae-Hyun Kim
What: Spoilers: waffles.
Where: SMB Radio
When: Veerdi.
Warnings: TBA.

There seems to be a trend of threes, with regard to businesses. Some attempt to truck on as normal-- there's a bakery in Chimer that sees fresh bread and pastries every morning before dawn, come rain, hail, or dragons, in a sort of work ethic stoicism that doesn't so much ignore the threat of the siege as it does attempt to contribute a little normalcy. (He stops there first.) Others have shut down completely - Bluejay isn't couriering shit, which Sunny was alright with. Most of his colleagues retreated to safety, and those that could still travel around safely - mostly himself and the girl with the broomstick - continued to do so. And then there's the halfway trend, as with SMB Radio, which limp on, adapting to the situation, providing a service they weren't before.

Sunny travels by bike, today. Extreme demonstrations of magic are not what he's accustomed to using every day, and he prefers, a little, the mundane rattle of the vehicle beneath his hands than effortlessness. When the street is trecherous from debris or otherwise, he carries it on his back.

Outside the station, he locks up the bike, holds onto the little white cardboard box he's brought with him, and texts the following to Jae:

Hello I am outside **/

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[boomvox]

"I wish I'd gone." Busan - everywhere on Earth - seems like a missed opportunity, now. The furthest south he'd gotten for purposes beyond fleeing the country, well...

"I like the beach here." Creekside is close enough that he feels coastal, even through he's not right on the water; any closer and he'd worry about fog tsunamis, or something, but he feels better when he's close enough for government work. He can't blame that one on claustrophobia - even as a child, he preferred port cities. A product of growing up in two.

"Where did-" he's about to ask where he went, if he missed Busan before Baedal and was working as a translator, but his CiD beeps at him. "Sorry," he says, flashing Sunny an apologetic look before sitting up to get a better look at it and reply to a few messages - work-related, or he wouldn't bother.

[yeouiju]

Sunny waits patiently, initially, casting a look out beyond the rooftop before finishing the dregs of his coffee. It's early enough that there's plenty of sunlight to see by should he want it, upon heading out, and he has the inkling that he ought to leave Jae to it. He sort of rocks forward like he might stand, but doesn't make it all the way just yet, hands planted on either side of himself against seat edge.

"It's good that we're from the same time and place, ish," Sunny says. "If it works out that we disappear back, that we remember stuff, we should both go to Busan. I'll probably be all homesick by then."

He thinks that's true, even, despite this being an incredibly hypothetical train of thought.

[boomvox]

Something about the idea of visiting Busan with Sunny makes Jae ridiculously happy - so much that he immediately dies a little of embarrassment inside, and if he didn't have so much experience keeping it cool as DJ Kim, he might have visibly facepalmed. His internal monologue at present is a kind of shrieking 'WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU'. It's very special.

Outwardly, he's cool as a cucumber, and just looks up and smiles a bit. Jae's being called back inside for some breaking news duties, so this has to be cut short. But before then-

"Okay." He reaches out, and then extends his pinky finger at Sunny. "When we go home. Call me."

Promise?

[yeouiju]

Cool as cucumber is not a thing that Sunny occupies his time attempting, and so his smile is bright and immediate. He's allowed. He's not DJ Kim. Mouth pressed in a thin, muppety smile, he curls his pinkie around Jae's in binding contractual agreement, tugging once.

"I'll find some fangirl stalkers to get your number off of," he agrees, dutifully, before bouncing to his feet. "I never ascended to that level, personally."

[boomvox]

"It's okay, I actually read all the email I get off the website." What a nerdy admission - but it's true. He doesn't actually get all that much that he can't go through it time to time. "Title it 'Sunny from Baedal', I don't think I'd ever mistake it for junk mail."

And with that, he drops his hand. Promise made, and you can't break pinkie ones. It's serious.

"I have to get back down and help." Sunny, who's been by before, will know he's more than welcome to stick around even while Jae's busy - and if not, the wards will let him leave as he wishes (it's coming inside that needs permission). "...Thank you. For the waffles." And coming by. And listening to him ramble like he's in a confessional. And promising to go to Busan with him.

Jae doesn't totally believe that this siege will let up, or that they'll live too long. He believes even less that they'll ever go back home. Having some little glimmer of silly, playful hope shouldn't spark anything in him.

He's glad it does anyway.