[at first, that shit-eating grin isn't leaving nam soon's face. of course he's going to rub it in, because that's exactly how the nature of their relationship works. it always has, and even with all that's happened, that much certainly isn't going to change. and truth be told, nam soon is already fond of the name; it's not like he'd be really any good at naming pets anyway.
it sounds cute to him, and the dinosaur is voicing his approval with a sound—like a baby lion's pitiful attempt at a roar. only somehow much, much cuter. this is how it ends for them both, at the hands of cute robot animals. and seemingly satisfied with that, the newly christened ssangdungie is nuzzling itself against nam soon, content to start getting rest this way. which is surprising to nam soon, but it's also... really nice? he's not really sure about the feeling, since it's so new. but it's not until he looks back to heung soo again that the feeling hits his chest a little more.
the duck resting atop that bastard's head, heung soo's reluctant softness about it—there's something endearing, strange and comfortable about it. and in the back of his head, nam soon knows that it's not right to be taken by that feeling, because it's probably fabricated in some way by CERES, but he can't help it. maybe going so long not allowing himself any semblance of happiness catches up to him at times like this, and it's a weird vulnerability that he'll only allow for heung soo to experience. so his gaze and smile alike both soften, but his words still chide gently.]
More than a mother hen, I guess you're a mother duckling now.
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it sounds cute to him, and the dinosaur is voicing his approval with a sound—like a baby lion's pitiful attempt at a roar. only somehow much, much cuter. this is how it ends for them both, at the hands of cute robot animals. and seemingly satisfied with that, the newly christened ssangdungie is nuzzling itself against nam soon, content to start getting rest this way. which is surprising to nam soon, but it's also... really nice? he's not really sure about the feeling, since it's so new. but it's not until he looks back to heung soo again that the feeling hits his chest a little more.
the duck resting atop that bastard's head, heung soo's reluctant softness about it—there's something endearing, strange and comfortable about it. and in the back of his head, nam soon knows that it's not right to be taken by that feeling, because it's probably fabricated in some way by CERES, but he can't help it. maybe going so long not allowing himself any semblance of happiness catches up to him at times like this, and it's a weird vulnerability that he'll only allow for heung soo to experience. so his gaze and smile alike both soften, but his words still chide gently.]
More than a mother hen, I guess you're a mother duckling now.