[ As soon as the Sutoku clan is dismissed from their festivities, Kim has nothing more in mind than getting back home, decompressing from the day (there truly is too much socialization for Kim's tastes around here) and getting out of his wet clothes, his sodden shirt and trousers sticking unpleasantly to his skin. He marches home with a determined single-mindedness, uninclined to get distracted by this or that when a hot shower is calling his name.
That desire quickly falls to the wayside when he hears someone let out a loud, strangled gasp. Expecting there to be something terrible hiding just around the corner, he hurries over, only to see a whole lot of nothing: just a young man, terror in his eyes, standing stock still before one of those horrible little dolls. But as soon as he gets close, the young man lashes out, clearly not in his right mind. ]
I am not touching you, [ he says, holding both hands up in surrender, voice slow and calm. ] It's fine. Nobody is going to hurt you. [ Futilely, he turns his collar up against the rain, looking around for the source of his panic. It couldn't possibly be the doll... could it? ]
B!
That desire quickly falls to the wayside when he hears someone let out a loud, strangled gasp. Expecting there to be something terrible hiding just around the corner, he hurries over, only to see a whole lot of nothing: just a young man, terror in his eyes, standing stock still before one of those horrible little dolls. But as soon as he gets close, the young man lashes out, clearly not in his right mind. ]
I am not touching you, [ he says, holding both hands up in surrender, voice slow and calm. ] It's fine. Nobody is going to hurt you. [ Futilely, he turns his collar up against the rain, looking around for the source of his panic. It couldn't possibly be the doll... could it? ]
Just take a deep breath.