Misuteeku
The One Who Tries
The Meaning of Music
"That'll be $4.49."
"Ugh, this is so damn tiresome."
"Eh? Why are you so fixated on that?"
"Well, we're still friends, aren't we?"
"I have something to say-"
"FUCK!" An immediate jolt shocked its way through Sang-Cheol's body. The sheer surprise and shock washed over him, and he rose and slammed a fist at whoever was behind. The figure immediately sailed to one of the walls. A loud bang could be heard as the figure collided with the metal walls. Slowly processing in his slowly awakened mind, the person he had just sent flying was Timothy.
"Shit, it's already time?" Sang-Cheol groaned as he pinched the bridge of his nose. In a few short words, Sang-Cheol looked absolutely like shit. His hair was a mess, and his clothes were a wrinkled mess. His eyes were red and dark bags accompanied them, sitting right below them. He had a bad case of posture as he slumped down. The exhaustion was slowly setting inside him. "What the fuck was I going to do again?" Sang-Cheol muttered to himself.
A quick scan of the area told him what he needed to know. "Right..." There were two files of Sable Serpents. One of them was Raphael, who had gone missing, a fact Sang-Cheol was relieved for. The other was a person named Sabrina Felton. He had her medical file on his desk because he had found it while organizing Snake's room. A small curiosity piqued his interest when he peaked into her file.
Grabbing his lab coat from his chair, Sang-Cheol made his way up the stairs. Pushing up his sunglasses, thoughts ruminated in his head. The entire reason why he wanted to meet up with Sabrina was for his research. After spending five months in his lab researching, the results were inconclusive. Raphael's blood was insufficient as of right now. While Sang-Cheol had a big sample size, he only had a few variations of different samples. That being with Sabrina having similar circumstances with Raphael, made her the perfect subject to-.
"Ow, fuck..." Sang-Cheol said as he walked right into the door. There wasn't an elevator that went down from the first to the seventh floor of the lab. All he could do was ascend several different flights of stairs to reach the base floor. He was out of breath. "Fuck... Who decided not to add an elevator to this lab?" Sang-Cheol asked himself a question that he knew the answer himself. The fault was laid on him and his paranoia.
Slowly reaching the common area, he checked to see if Sabrina was there or not. Hopefully, she would be here after the trouble he went through to get to come. It wasn't something he would typically do, but he felt it was necessary this time.
"That'll be $4.49."
"Ugh, this is so damn tiresome."
"Eh? Why are you so fixated on that?"
"Well, we're still friends, aren't we?"
"I have something to say-"
"FUCK!" An immediate jolt shocked its way through Sang-Cheol's body. The sheer surprise and shock washed over him, and he rose and slammed a fist at whoever was behind. The figure immediately sailed to one of the walls. A loud bang could be heard as the figure collided with the metal walls. Slowly processing in his slowly awakened mind, the person he had just sent flying was Timothy.
"Shit, it's already time?" Sang-Cheol groaned as he pinched the bridge of his nose. In a few short words, Sang-Cheol looked absolutely like shit. His hair was a mess, and his clothes were a wrinkled mess. His eyes were red and dark bags accompanied them, sitting right below them. He had a bad case of posture as he slumped down. The exhaustion was slowly setting inside him. "What the fuck was I going to do again?" Sang-Cheol muttered to himself.
A quick scan of the area told him what he needed to know. "Right..." There were two files of Sable Serpents. One of them was Raphael, who had gone missing, a fact Sang-Cheol was relieved for. The other was a person named Sabrina Felton. He had her medical file on his desk because he had found it while organizing Snake's room. A small curiosity piqued his interest when he peaked into her file.
Grabbing his lab coat from his chair, Sang-Cheol made his way up the stairs. Pushing up his sunglasses, thoughts ruminated in his head. The entire reason why he wanted to meet up with Sabrina was for his research. After spending five months in his lab researching, the results were inconclusive. Raphael's blood was insufficient as of right now. While Sang-Cheol had a big sample size, he only had a few variations of different samples. That being with Sabrina having similar circumstances with Raphael, made her the perfect subject to-.
"Ow, fuck..." Sang-Cheol said as he walked right into the door. There wasn't an elevator that went down from the first to the seventh floor of the lab. All he could do was ascend several different flights of stairs to reach the base floor. He was out of breath. "Fuck... Who decided not to add an elevator to this lab?" Sang-Cheol asked himself a question that he knew the answer himself. The fault was laid on him and his paranoia.
Slowly reaching the common area, he checked to see if Sabrina was there or not. Hopefully, she would be here after the trouble he went through to get to come. It wasn't something he would typically do, but he felt it was necessary this time.