His laugh was gleeful as he raced away. He didn't go far—it didn't take Seojin-a long to catch up to him. Ahn-Bo had no idea why his friend wanted him closer, but he wasn't about to deny him. If Seojin-a had a request, he could never turn it down. If that request had to do with getting physically closer together—all the better. Slightly out of breath, he took the few strides to close the distance. His heart skipped a beat as Seojin-a reached up to brush his face (even if was just to wipe dirt from him.) And then he was promptly flicked in the nose and swindled away from his very important role of carrying the bag.

"Yah!" He burst out laughing, startled. Seojin-a had sneaked up on him, batted him, and then gone off like it was nothing. If he ever became an animagus, it would definitely be a cat. Although his friend had returned to the assignment, Ahn-Bo simply couldn't let such tricks slide. Seojin-a was in for it now. "Dorawa!" He tore off after him with a mischievous laugh, determined to return the sentiment. Clearly, the vampire had anticipated the retaliation—he fled.

Despite his zig-zags and quick maneuvers, Seojin-a was smaller and slower. Ahn-Bo caught up to him with little difficulty. When he was within reach, he grabbed his friend's wrist and tugged it to make him spin around. He had not factored in the velocity of his tug or the inertia of their running; he continued to move forward while Seojin-a did not. They crashed into each other, legs tangled, and then they toppled to the crisp grass beneath their feet.

Ahn-Bo managed to catch himself before crushing the vampire to death, with hands on either side of Seojin-a's shoulders and knees absorbing his weight. His competitive nature kept him from becoming too distracted by Seojin-a's legs tangled around his (or how it felt to be holding himself up with his friend beneath him.) Breathless and grinning, he took advantage of their proximity by lifting his right hand and gently flicking Seojin-a's nose.