ic inbox.

[unathletic]

"... Park Heung Soo. Leave a message."

[ either leave a voice message, call him, or send him a text! ]

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text; like right now tbh

[unpresidential]

They can do all kinds of things here. Like make us be here.

But I still get spam.

[someone's bored at work and annoyed about this. don't the cerevices have spam filters?]

[unathletic]

Do you want to make me walk into a wall just to say that?

[ Sorry that not all of us can have jobs where we can just sit still and watch something, okay.. not that Heung Soo has any protests against Nam Soon texting him in general, but since it's these two bastards of course the first thing he's going to do is bitch about that rather than talking about the spam. ]

[unpresidential]

Don't blame me for the fact that you can't read a text without walking into a wall, you bastard.

[of all the things he can take the blame for when it comes to heung soo, he refuses on that count, okay. besides, petty arguments are less annoying to deal with than watching an empty pool and reading spam emails.]

1 / 2

[unathletic]

It's crowded. [ So don't you blame him for not being able to see where he's walking in the middle of this mess of people and robots, okay. Even if he's tall, that doesn't mean he can look over every crowd, especially since these people aren't exactly Asian and generally small. ]

[unathletic]

[ a few moments later where he presumably has to avoid a few people passing through-- ]

Anyway, I got it too. Of course it's weird. Just like everything else in this place. [ lube my wheels, why... things he never wanted to read. ]

[unpresidential]

It's annoying. Doesn't look like there's any way to mark it spam, either.

[why this, cerevice creators. why this.]

[unathletic]

At least you don't get people texting you to help them open doors, you bastard.

[unpresidential]

Did you go around telling people you were a doorman?

1 / 2

[unathletic]

What do you take me for?

[unathletic]

She sounded like she seriously needed help.

[ So.. well, you know how it went. Heung Soo's pretty bad at not mother henning whenever the opportunity presents itself to him so clearly. And then it ended up being such a lame problem.. ]

[unpresidential]

[the mother henning doesn't really surprise him, but...]

Who?

[unathletic]

One of those girls with numbers instead of a proper name. Does it matter who?

[unpresidential]

Just curious. Don't get so defensive about it, bastard.

[unathletic]

I'm not being defensive.

[ at least he isn't a jealous boyfriend, okay. ]

Just starting to miss how normal everything was. Back when people didn't ask me to open doors for them like it was some emergency.

[unpresidential]

[maybe not right now, but it's there... waiting...]

So don't go when people ask you for small favors, you bastard. If I asked that, you would just ignore me.

[well, no... he wouldn't but only because these two are a special case. if it were ki deok or one of their other classmates, he probably wouldn't go that far out if the way without good reason, though.]

[unathletic]

How was I supposed to know it was a small favor when she made it sound like she was in serious danger? Don't make me out to be some cold-hearted bastard, you punk.

[ he's not mentioning the whole matter about him ignoring nam soon.. because they both know there's no way he would. jung ho and his punks sure joked a lot about them being mutual lapdogs for each other, but it's definitely true to some level as long as it doesn't come down into trivial bullshit. (no, nam soon, he's not getting you a drink again get your own lazy ass up for once.) ]

[unpresidential]

Aigoo.......

This is what you get for being such a meddler. Now you've got girls taking advantage of you.

[he's never going to let heung soo live it down, if only because it sounds so ridiculous to him.]

[unathletic]

[ were heung soo any less of a gay ass a not-too-great-with-social-things kind of guy, he may have made a joke about maybe getting a girlfriend out of it.. but alas. ]

Between girls and this bastard, what am I going to do...

[unpresidential]

I can make them stop, if it's a problem.

[nam soon, no...

he won't even comment about how he's counted as part of that number because that's never gonna change, bastard.]

[unathletic]

[ NAM SOON, NO.... don't even say remotely tsunami-y things, heung soo may just get war flashbacks of having to keep that guy out of trouble. ]

There's this one guy you can stop for me.

[ three guesses as to who it is.

his name begins with an n and ends with am soon... ]

[unpresidential]

[at least he's not dumb enough to miss that one, even through text.]

Aigoo, you annoying bastard.

[unathletic]

He's always sleeping, so you can easily sneak up on him.

[ Of course he knows Nam Soon already got it to begin with, but he can't help but push a little bit. Isn't how stuff always goes between them, back and forth? ]

[unpresidential]

You think it's that easy? That guy's also got unstoppable fists. What kind of crazy bastard are you?

[always back and forth. always, and nam soon will continue to push that limit to the end.]

[unathletic]

Don't flatter yourself. [ Not that it isn't true.. Nam Soon is strong as hell for someone as beanpole-y as he is, and Heung Soo knows it better than anyone. .. For a variety of reasons. ]

Anything interesting happening at your job?

[ Entertain him a little in return too, won't you. ]

[unpresidential]

It's only interesting if someone's drowning.

That's not the kind of interesting I want to think about it. [he's still not even sure how he became a lifeguard when he's not even really much of a swimmer. this is not the jongsuk of hot swimming bastards: the movie.]