[It's inevitable that Hyunsu starts to feel claustrophobic at the party. Even before his life, and then society, fell apart this isn’t the kind of party he would have attended. These aren’t the kind of clothes he’d wear.
And that’s ignoring the persistent feeling of surreal wrongness that's been nagging at him. Everything about this place is weird. Maybe this is just how the excessively rich deal with an apocalypse, but Hyunsu is pretty sure he doesn’t like it.
So, when he spots the balcony, he beelines for it, but is brought up short when he startles the old man who’s already there.]
Sorry. [The response is automatic, and he glances behind him, as if considering retreating entirely to avoid bothering him. But, look, he really doesn’t want to go back in there right now.] I need some me air.
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And that’s ignoring the persistent feeling of surreal wrongness that's been nagging at him. Everything about this place is weird. Maybe this is just how the excessively rich deal with an apocalypse, but Hyunsu is pretty sure he doesn’t like it.
So, when he spots the balcony, he beelines for it, but is brought up short when he startles the old man who’s already there.]
Sorry. [The response is automatic, and he glances behind him, as if considering retreating entirely to avoid bothering him. But, look, he really doesn’t want to go back in there right now.] I need some me air.