Grrk. Kku-kku.
The weasel made gleeful little noises as he hopped about, while upstairs, Wooheon got dressed and pulled out his phone.
He was planning to unload a lecture in the group chat Yueul had added him to back when they went after the Wan-In Sect.
His fingers hovered over the keyboard, typing and deleting the message again and again as he struggled to find the right way to begin his ‘lecture.’
‘Good morning? Or... good weekend? Does it even make sense to start with a “good morning” when I’m about to chew them out?’
Wooheon let out a low groan.
‘Should I start with a “Good morning,” like I’ve been doing lately? Or maybe a ‘Good weekend,’ since it’s Saturday? But nobody says “good weekday.” Damn it. My father spent all those years to drill the idea of perfection into me, yet he never taught me something this basic.’
He felt like a baby black mamba who was just learning how to read and write.
‘Fine. Let’s go with the typical ‘Good morning.’’
