I went to the roof for some air since i was almost suffocating in the hot Korean air. I heard footsteps of who I assumed to be,
"Hi, you must be the newbie? Im-"
Moonjo.
"Ah yes. Im Nanno. Nice to meet you."
He smiled that crazy smile and offered me a drink, beer. Gross. I took it and opened it with one hand taking only a sip that had merely grazed my lips. He only stared at my face and then to my hands.
"Are you a writer by any chance?"
No.
"Yes. How did you know?"
I acted shocked,
"You're fingers. They're so slim, soft looking, and long."
"Yeah? Finger exercises. Every night. Keeps em' in shape."
His eyes widened only to smirk at me which I didn't respond to.
"You should try it sometimes."
"I would love to. You'll have to show me how the pros do it and then I'll know how to do it properly."
I made a face at him which he was taken aback by, his smirk fading.
"Lifting weights isn't rocket science, im sure you'll know how without me showing you."
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Nanno X strangers from hell
Mystery / ThrillerI came to Korea for a new start for my doings. I met a few people whom I felt "bad" for, people I didn't hate but wasn't happy they existed, and people who made me think much about TK. My plan almost went left when a "special" someone met up with me...
