Joonghyuk

[bloodread]

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[bloodread]

...huh. I've never died until—here but I've been sent to the past before cause of this weird elevator. The cop I was with at the time died three times there, but when we came back to the present she was always alive and clueless.

[malewife]

[ He snorts because that is so ridiculous. ]

You have a strange life, Kijima Akira. [ He thinks it's a little amusing, though he wishes Akira didn't need to go through such weird shit. ] Death isn't something one can easily shake off.

[ those that do are a bit crazy ]

[bloodread]

Tell me about it. It was pretty normal until a few months ago. [ He just shrugs a bit, this is just how he is? Either unflappable or yelling at the top of his lungs, there is no in between. ]

I kinda wanna go back to school after all of this but I'm not even sure I can anymore.

[malewife]

What makes you think you can't?

[bloodread]

It'll be weird to not have to worry about a spirit breathing down my neck or people dying every Friday.

[ What is Normal like. ]

[malewife]

It takes adjusting, but I think you will be fine, Kijima Akira.

Go back to school.

[bloodread]

[ A grumble but. ]

I wouldn't wanna work a normal job anyway, so yeah I guess.

[malewife]

You're thinking of a career?

[ DON'T SAY YAKUZA DON'T SAY YAKUZA? ]

[bloodread]

Could you imagine me as a salaryman? [ Makes a face! ...and then shrugs. ]

I dunno, I haven't thought that far. I'm sure Amanome's family would take me but I'm not interested in that either.

[malewife]

Not all salarymen are pristine. Kim Dokja was one.

[ and he's a conman? Stinky. Ratty. ]

What do you enjoy doing?

[bloodread]

Huh, really? The last time I was in a suit was when I was five and I don't plan on changing that.

[ Hmm.... ]

Fighting. And riding my motorcycle.

[malewife]

Do you know how to fix motorcycles? Or have interest in making them?

[ Fighting is like... Eh money long-term for the amount of pain you go through. ]

[bloodread]

I haven't really had the time, but I wouldn't mind giving it a go. Probably the first one, the second one seems complicated.

[ I can't believe Akira is receiving career counseling. ]

[malewife]

... Nothing is too difficult if you keep at it.

[ He thinks Akira would be fine? Something hands-on would suit him. ]

[bloodread]

I guess, it just seems like it would involve math and crap.

[ A beat. ]

I miss my bike, but not like it would have been useful in a place like this.

[malewife]

... Engineering and development is different from assembly and repair.

[ But he understands. ]

But it would have been fun, wouldn't it?

[bloodread]

[ A small nod. ]

I dunno, I'll probably just work at my Aunt's bar for a while.

[malewife]

As a bartender?

[bloodread]

Yeah, I'm not bad at it. And eventually I'll be old enough where she can't kick me out.

[malewife]

I was going to say bodyguard would work as well... Bartending is safer.

Though you have to conversate.

[bloodread]

[ Huh, that's a thought. ]

I'm already a bodyguard for Amanome. But if I have to talk a lot, that's out.

[malewife]

You might be fine without talking since Japan isn't big on tip culture, correct?

[bloodread]

Yeah, no one tips in Tokyo. Maybe you pay to get into a club but once you're in it's just drinks and food.

[malewife]

As long as your employer doesn't mind, then you should be fine.

[ Akira's Career Plans.

ALCOHOL. ]