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scotlandyard2016-12-30 07:49 pm
remover) wrote in scotlandyard2016-12-30 07:49 pm
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[It's one of those chilly nights where the wind blows too strongly and the clouds appear dark enough to suggest a coming rain. People pull up their collars, wrap their coats around themselves, and hurry to seek shelter, but not Kiyeon. While people hurry past with anxious glances at the sky, Kiyeon's standing in the middle of the sidewalk with a stack of fliers in his hands, looking like he'd rather be anywhere but there.
He's not entirely sure how he got into this situation. One minute he'd been walking by on his way to grab a bite to eat, the next, a kid who couldn't have been older than fourteen had shoved a bunch of papers into his arms and pleaded with him to take over. Something about needing to go to the bathroom and that he had to get all the fliers out or else he'd get into trouble.
It had all happened so fast. He hadn't even gotten a chance to protest before the kid had dashed off. And Kiyeon had waited... and waited... and figured it wouldn't hurt to mindlessly pass some of the fliers out as he continued to wait.
Only it's been about twenty minutes now and a part of him knows he's been had but the other part of him tells him to stand there, that the kid could come back any minute now. And it's the latter that he decides to listen to because he's always been soft, especially for kids.
When he spots the next person coming his way, he sticks out a hand holding a flier to stop them as he tucks the rest of the stack under his free arm.]
Please take this.
[Unfortunately, he'd never bothered to check out the fliers or the fact that they were advertising a night club. Look, it wasn't his fault he was too distracted keeping an eye out for that kid to notice the scantily clad women displayed on the front.]
( OR WILDCARD IT )
He's not entirely sure how he got into this situation. One minute he'd been walking by on his way to grab a bite to eat, the next, a kid who couldn't have been older than fourteen had shoved a bunch of papers into his arms and pleaded with him to take over. Something about needing to go to the bathroom and that he had to get all the fliers out or else he'd get into trouble.
It had all happened so fast. He hadn't even gotten a chance to protest before the kid had dashed off. And Kiyeon had waited... and waited... and figured it wouldn't hurt to mindlessly pass some of the fliers out as he continued to wait.
Only it's been about twenty minutes now and a part of him knows he's been had but the other part of him tells him to stand there, that the kid could come back any minute now. And it's the latter that he decides to listen to because he's always been soft, especially for kids.
When he spots the next person coming his way, he sticks out a hand holding a flier to stop them as he tucks the rest of the stack under his free arm.]
Please take this.
[Unfortunately, he'd never bothered to check out the fliers or the fact that they were advertising a night club. Look, it wasn't his fault he was too distracted keeping an eye out for that kid to notice the scantily clad women displayed on the front.]
( OR WILDCARD IT )
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What the hell is a "Bombastic Chicken-rito?"
[Who thought that was a good name for a food that you wanted to convince wouldn't ruin your intestines? Just call it a spicy chicken burrito.]
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So, the dark clouds suggesting rain had finally let go. Hopefully there wasn't a downpour on the way.]
A chicken burrito, [he answers, gaze still trained on the window as he watches a couple rush by with their hands over their heads.] Careful, though. It can be spicy.