YONG-YUT SOMSRI
SCENE:
Dealing With A Squid's Mistakes
TIME:
Pre-Arc 1— Late Summer 2015, Afternoon
LOCATION:
Kanna's Garage, East District
PARTICIPANTS:
Yong-Yut, Kanna
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Dealing With a Squid's Mistakes
Yong-Yut looked between the pretty brown-haired and the black-haired women, attempting to wave back to the brown-haired one when they went past her. They turned their attention to the black-haired woman, who they recognized as Kanna. I mean, it’s gotta be Kanna. Who else would it be? Actually, who even was the brown-haired woman? …That’s really none of their business. It didn’t matter.
“Oh, okay,” they responded as Kanna approached them.
Yong-Yut almost flinched when the woman reached out, but quickly realized she was just reaching for the bike. “Oh-” They held out the bike to her for her to grab, almost dropping it when it suddenly became much lighter. “Sorry.”
Yong-Yut awkwardly stood for a moment, not noticing Kanna’s gesture for her to follow. Once they realized that she was now quite a ways away from them, they did a little speed walk to catch up. They watched with interest as she put the bike on the lift, tilting their head slightly. Startling slightly when Kanna turned around and asked them a question, they tsked, placing their own hands into their pockets. They didn’t really want to think about it, but they supposed it was necessary. Actually, they weren’t really sure if it was necessary. They weren’t familiar with Kanna’s process. But, she asked, so they should answer.
Their brows furrowed as they explained, “Fucking jerkass of an acquaintance stole it and wrecked it, because ‘he saw someone he was having beef with and needed to teach them a lesson.’ Or something stupid like that. It doesn't really matter the reason, just know it was a dumbass one. And, uh, Vulken Beckman. Vulken told me about you. And a little bit about your friendship together. Sorry if, uh, that’s weird, but I didn't ask him to. He just kept going on and...”
They paused, figuring they were talking too much, and gestured to the bike. “He… told me you could fix Duchess? I’m sorry if you have something better to do, though. I can go.” They pulled their hands to their chest, holding one in the other. Yong-Yut was already worried that they were annoying Kanna. They should've called in for permission first.
Yong-Yut’s eyes looked over to Duchess with a sense of despondence. While they didn’t like seeing Duchess damaged so badly, they were considering just leaving. Though, the bike was already secured on the lift. Maybe it’d be more inconvenient to take it back. Yeah, bad idea. Is it? Yong-Yut put their hands down and looked back towards Kanna, mumbling, “So… yeah. Whatever's best for you.”
“Oh, okay,” they responded as Kanna approached them.
Yong-Yut almost flinched when the woman reached out, but quickly realized she was just reaching for the bike. “Oh-” They held out the bike to her for her to grab, almost dropping it when it suddenly became much lighter. “Sorry.”
Yong-Yut awkwardly stood for a moment, not noticing Kanna’s gesture for her to follow. Once they realized that she was now quite a ways away from them, they did a little speed walk to catch up. They watched with interest as she put the bike on the lift, tilting their head slightly. Startling slightly when Kanna turned around and asked them a question, they tsked, placing their own hands into their pockets. They didn’t really want to think about it, but they supposed it was necessary. Actually, they weren’t really sure if it was necessary. They weren’t familiar with Kanna’s process. But, she asked, so they should answer.
Their brows furrowed as they explained, “Fucking jerkass of an acquaintance stole it and wrecked it, because ‘he saw someone he was having beef with and needed to teach them a lesson.’ Or something stupid like that. It doesn't really matter the reason, just know it was a dumbass one. And, uh, Vulken Beckman. Vulken told me about you. And a little bit about your friendship together. Sorry if, uh, that’s weird, but I didn't ask him to. He just kept going on and...”
They paused, figuring they were talking too much, and gestured to the bike. “He… told me you could fix Duchess? I’m sorry if you have something better to do, though. I can go.” They pulled their hands to their chest, holding one in the other. Yong-Yut was already worried that they were annoying Kanna. They should've called in for permission first.
Yong-Yut’s eyes looked over to Duchess with a sense of despondence. While they didn’t like seeing Duchess damaged so badly, they were considering just leaving. Though, the bike was already secured on the lift. Maybe it’d be more inconvenient to take it back. Yeah, bad idea. Is it? Yong-Yut put their hands down and looked back towards Kanna, mumbling, “So… yeah. Whatever's best for you.”