Jin could hear whatever it was switch from stalking him to outright chasing and for half a second, he was sure this might be the end. Well— at least if he had to die young, he was perfectly happy for it to be out in the wild searching for Ahn-Bo-ah than at the hands of his Abeoji. He never made it to the tree, but whatever was chasing him never made it to him either. (A tiger, he realized belatedly as it turned in the other direction at the same moment Jin ground to a frozen halt.)
There, standing in front of him, not even a full ten paces distance, was Moon Ahn-Bo. Or, what resembled him anyway. Jin had been preparing himself for change, but nothing could have fully prepared him for the mess that had clawed its way out of the trees and then just stood there, with the audacity to simply say ‘hi.’ An irrational, terrified anger overruled any sympathy or concern Jin might have had, and he crossed the small distance between them with a frown. Before Ahn-Bo-ah could react, he gave his friend a good cluck with his fist, right on the head.
A thousand and one accusations jumped to Jin’s lips, everything from ‘you jumped in front of a tiger bare handed!’ to ‘don’t you say hi to me like this after ignoring me for months!’ but none of the words formulated quickly enough. Not before the frown pinched harder and Jin launched himself onto his friend and squeezed him within an inch of his - exhausted looking - life.
“Michin-nom!” he heard himself exclaim, still angry. “What is wrong with you?!” Jin peeled back just enough so that he could scold properly, but his hands never once stopped fussing, now that they had a hold of Ahn-Bo-ah, almost as if scared he would vanish again. “Why are you wandering around like a gwishin without a soul? Where’s your wand! Don’t you know there are tigers out here!” Amongst other things— “Bo-ah!” Jin’s voice faded into an impatient, though less angry, sound (not quite a whine) and he clung to whatever was left of his friend’s clothes, tugging them in place. “I couldn’t breathe for worry over you! And you just… pop out of the bushes like nothing and say 'annyeong'!” It was unfair is what it was! There should have been something more monumental to mark this occasion; somehow it felt... too flat. Like a foreboding cloud, waiting to rain down.
Anger fizzling, Jin’s face pinched in concern and he let out an exasperated sigh before pressing his forehead against Ahn-Bo-ah’s shoulder. He forced himself to breath and settle. There would be time for more chiding later. Right now there was only the flood of emotion that he couldn’t quite come to terms with that was drowning Jin’s senses like a waterfall. His eyes became glossy but he bit back the urge to let himself cry. How ridiculous! He’d found Ahn-Bo after all! And he was still angry. (And wet, and cold.) But looking up into his friend’s familiar, honey-brown gaze— Jin could see how different it was. Bo-ah looked almost like a stranger and it bid, unprompted, a small hiccup of words he immediately wished he could take back because of how selfish they sounded. “Bogo sipeo.”
There, standing in front of him, not even a full ten paces distance, was Moon Ahn-Bo. Or, what resembled him anyway. Jin had been preparing himself for change, but nothing could have fully prepared him for the mess that had clawed its way out of the trees and then just stood there, with the audacity to simply say ‘hi.’ An irrational, terrified anger overruled any sympathy or concern Jin might have had, and he crossed the small distance between them with a frown. Before Ahn-Bo-ah could react, he gave his friend a good cluck with his fist, right on the head.
A thousand and one accusations jumped to Jin’s lips, everything from ‘you jumped in front of a tiger bare handed!’ to ‘don’t you say hi to me like this after ignoring me for months!’ but none of the words formulated quickly enough. Not before the frown pinched harder and Jin launched himself onto his friend and squeezed him within an inch of his - exhausted looking - life.
“Michin-nom!” he heard himself exclaim, still angry. “What is wrong with you?!” Jin peeled back just enough so that he could scold properly, but his hands never once stopped fussing, now that they had a hold of Ahn-Bo-ah, almost as if scared he would vanish again. “Why are you wandering around like a gwishin without a soul? Where’s your wand! Don’t you know there are tigers out here!” Amongst other things— “Bo-ah!” Jin’s voice faded into an impatient, though less angry, sound (not quite a whine) and he clung to whatever was left of his friend’s clothes, tugging them in place. “I couldn’t breathe for worry over you! And you just… pop out of the bushes like nothing and say 'annyeong'!” It was unfair is what it was! There should have been something more monumental to mark this occasion; somehow it felt... too flat. Like a foreboding cloud, waiting to rain down.
Anger fizzling, Jin’s face pinched in concern and he let out an exasperated sigh before pressing his forehead against Ahn-Bo-ah’s shoulder. He forced himself to breath and settle. There would be time for more chiding later. Right now there was only the flood of emotion that he couldn’t quite come to terms with that was drowning Jin’s senses like a waterfall. His eyes became glossy but he bit back the urge to let himself cry. How ridiculous! He’d found Ahn-Bo after all! And he was still angry. (And wet, and cold.) But looking up into his friend’s familiar, honey-brown gaze— Jin could see how different it was. Bo-ah looked almost like a stranger and it bid, unprompted, a small hiccup of words he immediately wished he could take back because of how selfish they sounded. “Bogo sipeo.”
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* Jin takes potions and enchantments at times to give his voice a persuasive quality.
His performances, or even a simple conversation, can sometimes suggest thoughts
and ideas to his audiences.