They probably won't. They're surprisingly hands-off about the whole affair.
[ Kim had expected to be micromanaged into oblivion, to be taken apart, scrutinized, pushed to do this and that. Instead, he's been largely left to his own devices, save for orders coming down the chain here and there. Even more surprising to him is the fact that he has felt obliged to comply with the orders, not only to keep his superiors happy - though seeing how they react when crossed, that's a part of it - but because he largely agrees with their actions. Sutoku's role has been to keep the peace, and that's always what Kim has prioritized too.
And sometimes keeping the peace means knowing when to call it quits. He squints around their surroundings, the deafening noise, the blinding lights, the relative darkness in the rest of the arcade, the pitter-patter of coins as they invariably filled buckets and shot themselves out at innocent guests, and makes up his mind almost immediately. Orders or no, he's taking a break. Whoever this fellow is clearly needs one too. He seems stunned, ill at ease, for reasons he thinks must go beyond getting his hand chomped by a particularly nasty arcade machine.
He retracts his hand as though he had never offered it at all. ]
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[ Kim had expected to be micromanaged into oblivion, to be taken apart, scrutinized, pushed to do this and that. Instead, he's been largely left to his own devices, save for orders coming down the chain here and there. Even more surprising to him is the fact that he has felt obliged to comply with the orders, not only to keep his superiors happy - though seeing how they react when crossed, that's a part of it - but because he largely agrees with their actions. Sutoku's role has been to keep the peace, and that's always what Kim has prioritized too.
And sometimes keeping the peace means knowing when to call it quits. He squints around their surroundings, the deafening noise, the blinding lights, the relative darkness in the rest of the arcade, the pitter-patter of coins as they invariably filled buckets and shot themselves out at innocent guests, and makes up his mind almost immediately. Orders or no, he's taking a break. Whoever this fellow is clearly needs one too. He seems stunned, ill at ease, for reasons he thinks must go beyond getting his hand chomped by a particularly nasty arcade machine.
He retracts his hand as though he had never offered it at all. ]
Let's step out of here for a moment, shall we?