A mirrored smile had found itself onto Jin’s face as he watched Ahn-Bo bounce on his toes. He too liked to do things sometimes that pulled endearing reactions from his brother. But where sometimes Ahn-Bo was overt about it, Jin liked to be more subtle. The reward was just as great.
He followed obediently as Ahn-Bo led them out into the main hall. The distance between them was appropriate and Jin was grateful for it. He resisted the urge to shove his hands into his trouser pockets the way he’d seen some gentlemen do; it looked ridiculous but it seemed like a comfortable, fidgety thing to do. Instead, he gave Ahn-Bo a weary look as he mentioned drinks.
Jin still hadn’t mastered the art of English alcohol and it had, embarrassingly, been taking up a great deal of his time and stress as of late. The names were as unfamiliar to him as the tastes, but most importantly he didn’t like that he couldn’t gauge their potency on the uptake. They were always mixed in and out with all sorts of things! He didn’t fancy the idea of getting piss drunk without knowing it and risking an embarrassment to himself or their family. And, well. It was a matter of pride too. Jin wasn’t historically very good with his alcohol, hmph.
The table his brother selected was albeit a comfortable one tucked in near the back. Jin appreciated the fact they he wouldn’t feel stared at and that they were nice and far away from… whatever was happening on stage. His cheeks pinkened as he slipped into his seat and watched as a scantily clad woman began to shimmy. He’d even opened his mouth to comment when suddenly another woman appeared by their side. Blinking twice, Jin was quiet as Ahn-Bo facilitated the exchange. He didn’t know what was on the paper they’d been handed and he was only just studying it when his brother’s sharp laugh made him jump.
Jin frowned at Ahn-Bo and gave him an elbow to the side as he returned to perusing the list he’d realized must be of drinks. This was a handy little tool. He only wished all the events and balls they attended had similar instructions. Maybe then he could memorize some of the names. These looked suspiciously made up however and Jin deliberated, wrinkling his nose. They all sounded like a small nightmare. He could feel his brother’s gaze on him though and that of the woman waiting for his answer. In the end, he hastily pointed at the werewolf drink. “This one, please,” he chirped, tasting the English syllables on his tongue. "The werewolf." There was no way on this side of jeoseung that he was going to drink anything deemed vampiric. At least not until he’d settled in.
(And besides. He'd had plenty of werewolf in his time. How dirty could this one do him?)
He followed obediently as Ahn-Bo led them out into the main hall. The distance between them was appropriate and Jin was grateful for it. He resisted the urge to shove his hands into his trouser pockets the way he’d seen some gentlemen do; it looked ridiculous but it seemed like a comfortable, fidgety thing to do. Instead, he gave Ahn-Bo a weary look as he mentioned drinks.
Jin still hadn’t mastered the art of English alcohol and it had, embarrassingly, been taking up a great deal of his time and stress as of late. The names were as unfamiliar to him as the tastes, but most importantly he didn’t like that he couldn’t gauge their potency on the uptake. They were always mixed in and out with all sorts of things! He didn’t fancy the idea of getting piss drunk without knowing it and risking an embarrassment to himself or their family. And, well. It was a matter of pride too. Jin wasn’t historically very good with his alcohol, hmph.
The table his brother selected was albeit a comfortable one tucked in near the back. Jin appreciated the fact they he wouldn’t feel stared at and that they were nice and far away from… whatever was happening on stage. His cheeks pinkened as he slipped into his seat and watched as a scantily clad woman began to shimmy. He’d even opened his mouth to comment when suddenly another woman appeared by their side. Blinking twice, Jin was quiet as Ahn-Bo facilitated the exchange. He didn’t know what was on the paper they’d been handed and he was only just studying it when his brother’s sharp laugh made him jump.
Jin frowned at Ahn-Bo and gave him an elbow to the side as he returned to perusing the list he’d realized must be of drinks. This was a handy little tool. He only wished all the events and balls they attended had similar instructions. Maybe then he could memorize some of the names. These looked suspiciously made up however and Jin deliberated, wrinkling his nose. They all sounded like a small nightmare. He could feel his brother’s gaze on him though and that of the woman waiting for his answer. In the end, he hastily pointed at the werewolf drink. “This one, please,” he chirped, tasting the English syllables on his tongue. "The werewolf." There was no way on this side of jeoseung that he was going to drink anything deemed vampiric. At least not until he’d settled in.
(And besides. He'd had plenty of werewolf in his time. How dirty could this one do him?)
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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.