Ahn-Bo couldn’t have timed it any better. He could have even said “I’m fine” at the exact same time as Seojin-a - that was how predictable he was… (or maybe that was just how well they knew each other.) To Ahn-Bo’s amusement, aside from treating his arm, the ganhosa had given the vampire a well-deserved scolding. Didn’t need Ann-Bo anymore? Sure, Seojin-a, keep telling yourself that and enjoy your infected arm.

Meanwhile, she’d levitated a bowl of water, a bar of soap, and a rag to the bedside and told him she would just throw his outer robe into the fire. Apparently it would be cruel to ask anyone to launder it. He set about cleaning himself up as best he could while he waited, casting smug smirks his friend’s way when their eyes met over the ganhosa’s shoulder.

As soon as the tea table was set before him and he’d politely thanked her, he nearly inhaled his soup. Forgoing the utensils entirely, he scooped the bowl between his hands and drank as if it were a cup. (Not like there was any meat that needed to be chewed, as Seojin-a had teasingly pointed out..) He barely paused what he was doing, tipping the bowl back just enough so it wouldn’t spill, so he could retort, “Of course not, the day would be imbalanced then.”

He could almost hear the questioning look he knew awaited him on the other side of the bowl. Grinning to himself, he slurped the remaining soup and set his bowl down. “The good and the bad - if too many good things happen in one day, then something really bad will happen to keep it balanced. And if bad things happen, then there’s at least one good thing coming.” It was only then that he reached for the tea. He paused just before it reached his lips, intentionally hiding half his face with the cup before adding, “You being here is my good thing.” A soft pink covered his cheeks as he took his first drink.