any mouth muttering sounds had been filling mashiho's morning eversince he stepped his foot out of the airport.
first and by foremost, his tour guide is really late. it infuriates the japanese because hello, he has places to go but limited time to spend !
mashiho can't take unprofessional people seriously, if it isn't obvious. he dislikes slowing down when he has planned a concrete list of activities that he wants to do in korea.
but he already pictures which wonders he will cross out later on as he evaluates the possibility of having them while counting the reduced hours.
within the crowdy waiting gate, mashiho sees his name written on a cardboard with a bold black marker rising proudly. he grabs his luggage and approaches the person.
mashiho assumes the guy to be in his older twenties, though he seems to be younger than him. he wears a rather casual and laidback attire. immediately welcome him with a wide smile, showing his neat rows of teeth.
"ohayo, takata kun. I apologise for my late arrival, the traffic was a nuisance." mashiho replies a slight bow to the red haired's deep apologetic bow.
"my name's doyoung, call me dobby for short. it's nice to meet you, hyung!" before mashiho knows it, the younger reaches for a welcoming handshake.
"mashiho. I'm glad to meet you." he says shortly, somewhat feels bad that his tone of voice receives a thin smile from doyoung.
he even let the fake cough slides as he tries to shift the topic. "ja, alright. let's get going to our main destination, shall we?"
with that, doyoung guides mashiho towards the underground parking lot. taking in the high ceiling-built airport as he passes from escalators to escalators. they finally arrive at the toyota car and drives to the countryside.
oh, yes.
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his keychain • mashikyu
Adventurestranded in a foreign city--no idea how'd it happened. traveler mashiho found himself to the accompany of junkyu, the fisherman who has interests in his keychain more than he does.
