[ if it's in his head... well. that's not hung's problem. sounds like a bakugou problem. c: ]
I don't know. [ he's being honest. he's not trying to talk back. for all hung knows, this guy could be playing him as the fool. he could be a staff member? someone who's been here as long as his actual partner's been? yet their circumstances are similar enough where he can't help but believe that they're both strangers to this place. hung's thoughts can't be helped: he's naturally trusting of others. it's difficult! this is why he's a bad mercenary. a better detective. or something. ]
You wouldn't lie, would you?
[ just asking. hung smiles gently, as he goes to see if he can change the channel on the television. there's no on or off buttons. no way to mute it, either. the squawking from the birds on the beach is a little grating. ]
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I don't know. [ he's being honest. he's not trying to talk back. for all hung knows, this guy could be playing him as the fool. he could be a staff member? someone who's been here as long as his actual partner's been? yet their circumstances are similar enough where he can't help but believe that they're both strangers to this place. hung's thoughts can't be helped: he's naturally trusting of others. it's difficult! this is why he's a bad mercenary. a better detective. or something. ]
You wouldn't lie, would you?
[ just asking. hung smiles gently, as he goes to see if he can change the channel on the television. there's no on or off buttons. no way to mute it, either. the squawking from the birds on the beach is a little grating. ]