[he spits the word out immediately, angrily, like he can't stand to hold it in. but in the silence that follows, his jaw works, jaw clenching and unclenching, and he offers a little more.]
Too idiotically noble for their own good. Both of them.
[his line of sight is off, focused on some mote of light in the middle distance, hands still cradling his sword. he thinks about suddenly brandishing it at joonghyuk—this conversation makes him want to fight, to train, immediately—but he keeps the anger to a rolling boil, flicking his finger along the blade's edge.]
no subject
[he spits the word out immediately, angrily, like he can't stand to hold it in. but in the silence that follows, his jaw works, jaw clenching and unclenching, and he offers a little more.]
Too idiotically noble for their own good. Both of them.
[his line of sight is off, focused on some mote of light in the middle distance, hands still cradling his sword. he thinks about suddenly brandishing it at joonghyuk—this conversation makes him want to fight, to train, immediately—but he keeps the anger to a rolling boil, flicking his finger along the blade's edge.]