[ Truth be told, Kangwoo is still having second thoughts about this whole relationship. His millennia-long imprisonment in hell has taught him not to trust non-human entities, and it is this deeply-seated prejudice which causes him to think that maybe, just maybe, it'd be better off to just ghost Hazel like a total asshole. At least then the King of Predation wouldn't be tempted to slaughter and then consume her, just as he's done in the past with countless monsters.
Fortunately, these macabre thoughts are cast to the wayside, as he enjoys his drive up the mountains. The lush greenery and fresh air do wonders for his mood, and he finds himself still smiling as he steps out of his car (a G-Wagen, a.k.a. the Chariot of Karens) and makes his way to the front door of Hazel's cottage. He knocks, waits for her to answer and-- ]
...!
[ 'Dayum,' is all he can think as soon as he lays his eyes on her. She's looking fine as hell, brah, and suddenly Kangwoo is glad that he'd decided to rock an indigo denim shirt over his plain white tee instead of the old baggy black hoodie he was contemplating. A pair of loose olive cargo pants and white sneakers complete his casual ensemble. ]
... Hello, Hazel. [ He manages to establish proper eye contact when he greets her, deliberately averting his gaze from her tight little body. ] You look nice this evening.
[ Clearing his throat awkwardly, he steps inside her cozy home, one hand carrying a carton of Hite Queen's Ale, and a ribboned cake box in the other.
It should be noted that he'd also bothered to put on a bit of cologne, since he smells pretty good, like wood and spices. Dior Homme Eau de Toilette for those curious, and it's not like he'd picked it out himself-- it was a sample that was included in the luxurious gift box he'd received from his guild upon becoming a member. ]
ackchyually it's "let's pickle"
Fortunately, these macabre thoughts are cast to the wayside, as he enjoys his drive up the mountains. The lush greenery and fresh air do wonders for his mood, and he finds himself still smiling as he steps out of his car (a G-Wagen, a.k.a. the Chariot of Karens) and makes his way to the front door of Hazel's cottage. He knocks, waits for her to answer and-- ]
...!
[ 'Dayum,' is all he can think as soon as he lays his eyes on her. She's looking fine as hell, brah, and suddenly Kangwoo is glad that he'd decided to rock an indigo denim shirt over his plain white tee instead of the old baggy black hoodie he was contemplating. A pair of loose olive cargo pants and white sneakers complete his casual ensemble. ]
... Hello, Hazel. [ He manages to establish proper eye contact when he greets her, deliberately averting his gaze from her tight little body. ] You look nice this evening.
[ Clearing his throat awkwardly, he steps inside her cozy home, one hand carrying a carton of Hite Queen's Ale, and a ribboned cake box in the other.
It should be noted that he'd also bothered to put on a bit of cologne, since he smells pretty good, like wood and spices. Dior Homme Eau de Toilette for those curious, and it's not like he'd picked it out himself-- it was a sample that was included in the luxurious gift box he'd received from his guild upon becoming a member. ]