Henry was having a bit of a crisis, silently, in his chest. Billy Rocks was staring at him, and it was very intimidating, but he also wasn't wearing any trousers, which was sort of distracting. His legs were not so surprisingly toned. He was younger than Henry had expected.
He spoke with a Northern accent, when Henry finally got him to speak to him. His Korean was crisp and clean and soft, and so very Northern Korean that it almost started Henry. But he'd managed; they both did. Henry avoided modern colloquialisms, but the occasional English seemed to be fine.
Goodnight came into the room, and Henry smiled a little. "You know, you could have told me you weren't dead."
Billy, without missing a beat, simply said, "He was busy."
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Date: 2017-01-21 04:56 pm (UTC)He spoke with a Northern accent, when Henry finally got him to speak to him. His Korean was crisp and clean and soft, and so very Northern Korean that it almost started Henry. But he'd managed; they both did. Henry avoided modern colloquialisms, but the occasional English seemed to be fine.
Goodnight came into the room, and Henry smiled a little. "You know, you could have told me you weren't dead."
Billy, without missing a beat, simply said, "He was busy."