[ It doesn't hit the vendor right away. What it's like rather than a sudden flood of nullification is a slow drop winding down, where the vendor comes to his senses slowly, and he's still got a short, flirty boy whispering salacious things in his ear in exchange for free food.
And hey, whatever the last thing Jinseok whispered to him must've been a good one, because the vendor goes beet red--though whether it's with anger or embarrassment nobody can say. What is clear is that he's definitely not happy about it, and that becomes even clearer with the way he claps Jinseok over the back of the head, yelling and pointing for him for him to get the hell out of here while he steps out of view into the back of the stall to compose himself.
Which leaves Jinseok free to scoop up all his waffles and rub his head, turning around abruptly to almost walk straight into Hazel, stopping himself before she gets a chest full of syrup and berries. ]
I think he liked me a lot. You want [ A moment to count-- ] seven waffles?
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And hey, whatever the last thing Jinseok whispered to him must've been a good one, because the vendor goes beet red--though whether it's with anger or embarrassment nobody can say. What is clear is that he's definitely not happy about it, and that becomes even clearer with the way he claps Jinseok over the back of the head, yelling and pointing for him for him to get the hell out of here while he steps out of view into the back of the stall to compose himself.
Which leaves Jinseok free to scoop up all his waffles and rub his head, turning around abruptly to almost walk straight into Hazel, stopping himself before she gets a chest full of syrup and berries. ]
I think he liked me a lot. You want [ A moment to count-- ] seven waffles?