[ Not starched, just ironed, thank-you-very-much, but Cheol-gang doesn't press the issue (so to speak). He glances briefly at the TV, at the lewd display of lathered skin and wet, clinging clothes, then back at the man who looks like exactly the kind of guy who would watch and enjoy that kind of thing. ]
I think they'll be okay.
[ Cheol-gang slides into the offered seat, addressing him conversationally. ]
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I think they'll be okay.
[ Cheol-gang slides into the offered seat, addressing him conversationally. ]
So. What prompts this?