[He can. But you know, details. Whatever. Not important.
Koro pulls Cheng up, brushing off the dirt from him clothes. The demon pats around himself, until he pulls out a handkerchief from his work uniform. He holds the cloth out.]
Come on, wipe your mouth with this. You can rest on my back.
[His voice is as quiet and stoic as ever, but this time there's tenderness in it. He speaks with a smooth voice that feels like he's done this before. As if he's had experience comforting drunks.
Working three jobs back home and being constantly invited out to drinks with coworkers kind of gives you that experience.]
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[He can. But you know, details. Whatever. Not important.
Koro pulls Cheng up, brushing off the dirt from him clothes. The demon pats around himself, until he pulls out a handkerchief from his work uniform. He holds the cloth out.]
Come on, wipe your mouth with this. You can rest on my back.
[His voice is as quiet and stoic as ever, but this time there's tenderness in it. He speaks with a smooth voice that feels like he's done this before. As if he's had experience comforting drunks.
Working three jobs back home and being constantly invited out to drinks with coworkers kind of gives you that experience.]