[he leans across the counter, thinking of the couple of older dramas that he's heard about that have gumiho in them. he's always been squeamish to watch, fearing the worst.]
I never thought of coffee that way either...
[she's right. minsu always liked the smell because someone he likes lives off of the stuff, but it does cover up other scents so well. he draws in a breath to speak, hesitant as he looks at her for a moment. but minsu won't lie, and maybe this place is a little more lenient about these things.]
no subject
[he leans across the counter, thinking of the couple of older dramas that he's heard about that have gumiho in them. he's always been squeamish to watch, fearing the worst.]
I never thought of coffee that way either...
[she's right. minsu always liked the smell because someone he likes lives off of the stuff, but it does cover up other scents so well. he draws in a breath to speak, hesitant as he looks at her for a moment. but minsu won't lie, and maybe this place is a little more lenient about these things.]
Fox. Gumiho, but maybe someday I'll be human.