[ And then the iciness in Daan's tone is gone. The coldness isn't necessarily off-putting though. Everyone's hiding a painful secret or two about themselves.
Yi Sang returns the notebook and pen to his pocket. ]
...that may be ideal.
[ Oh. Now he remembers. He'd been walking in circles, trying to find the exit to this bizarre art gallery. That door had eluded him, and his feet were weary from all the walking, making the theater's benches rather appealing.
There were rumors about visitors only being able to leave the gallery while accompanied with a second person, but surely that couldn't be true? ]
...
[ Asking Daan for even more assistance after stepping on his toes -- he can't possibly do that. He thinks he might prefer to keep walking in circles instead. ]
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Yi Sang returns the notebook and pen to his pocket. ]
...that may be ideal.
[ Oh. Now he remembers. He'd been walking in circles, trying to find the exit to this bizarre art gallery. That door had eluded him, and his feet were weary from all the walking, making the theater's benches rather appealing.
There were rumors about visitors only being able to leave the gallery while accompanied with a second person, but surely that couldn't be true? ]
...
[ Asking Daan for even more assistance after stepping on his toes -- he can't possibly do that. He thinks he might prefer to keep walking in circles instead. ]