For the first time in many years, Jin wasn’t sure what was running through Ahn-Bo’s mind. He could usually guess, or determine from context, the trajectory of his friend’s thoughts: food, quidditch, Jin, or some combination thereof. But this was different. This was like looking at a whole new puzzle and having the wrong clues to decipher it. If Jin felt his heart tug like it had been physically squeezed when Ahn-Bo shifted slightly away from him, he only pursed his lips and withdrew his hand in response.
Taking the grunt as agreement and barreling through, Jin took a step back. “Geurae,” he hummed. “Then let’s get started.” He dropped the bag he was carrying to the ground and looked around, wondering if this muddy, nasty river was as good as it was going to get. Somehow, asking Ahn-Bo about an alternative seemed like a pointless idea, so Jin rummaged around until he could wrap his hands around the bar of soap he’d borrowed. He straightened, and pressed it gently into Ahn-Bo’s hand, holding it between both of his own. “We begin with a bath.” Something of a tease about how badly Ahn-Bo smelled lingered in Jin’s periphery, but he didn’t let it slip. Nothing about their interactions was going to be normal anymore and he was struggling to wrap his mind around it. While this looked and felt every bit like his best friend, it wasn’t really. Not anymore. At least, not for now.
Taking the grunt as agreement and barreling through, Jin took a step back. “Geurae,” he hummed. “Then let’s get started.” He dropped the bag he was carrying to the ground and looked around, wondering if this muddy, nasty river was as good as it was going to get. Somehow, asking Ahn-Bo about an alternative seemed like a pointless idea, so Jin rummaged around until he could wrap his hands around the bar of soap he’d borrowed. He straightened, and pressed it gently into Ahn-Bo’s hand, holding it between both of his own. “We begin with a bath.” Something of a tease about how badly Ahn-Bo smelled lingered in Jin’s periphery, but he didn’t let it slip. Nothing about their interactions was going to be normal anymore and he was struggling to wrap his mind around it. While this looked and felt every bit like his best friend, it wasn’t really. Not anymore. At least, not for now.
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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.