"Jeong-Hui…"
He heard his name whispered from the only other person present in his room.
Feigning being asleep, he kept his eyes closed while staying laid towards the wall, tucked comfortably beneath his blankets as he wanted nothing more than to stay in the heavenly comfort he yearned for.
"...Jeong-Hui…!" Sol whispered again, a bit louder, "Jeong-Hui!"
"What–?!"
He sat up with his frizzy, red hair being more unkempt than usual, he saw Sol already standing up with his knees pressed together in a universal sign:
"I've gotta take a leak," Sol told him.
"...Why're you telling me? Go!" He said, laying back down as he pulled his blankets back up to his shoulders.
"But it's dark out there…! Your toilet doesn't flush!" Sol contested.
He almost couldn't believe what he was hearing, but then again–it was Sol, the man frightened to the core of his very own blood.
