[he gives something resembling a casual shrug at peggy's assessment. he guesses a person can never be too suspicious, especially with how dubious the entire situation is. but of all the things to be suspicious of, nam soon can't really find it in him to thing very much of the flashing image that's cropped up... well, more than once.
maybe he just snuck into too many horror movies when he was younger to really think all that much of anything but something that parodies or plays on that idea. kind of like the ring, only not.
it's all easy enough to shrug off; really, he's more surprised with the introduction than anything else. just as nam soon seemed surprised at the way she was speaking with him, this catches him too. he's just not used to it. it takes him a moment before he returns the gesture to shake her hand, accompanying it with a polite bow.]
I'm... G— Nam Soon Go. [he almost sputters his name out in proper eastern order first, but nam soon knows that could probably get confusing. it's still strange for him though, since he has such minimal (read: tourist passersby on the streets of seoul) experience with anyone from overseas. he leaves it at that, bowing his head again. the truth is that he's still not sure exactly how to address her; he knows the levels of formality between people are different elsewhere, but he isn't quite sure how to apply that to actual interaction.
maybe if he didn't sleep through all of his classes, this would be less of an issue...]
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maybe he just snuck into too many horror movies when he was younger to really think all that much of anything but something that parodies or plays on that idea. kind of like the ring, only not.
it's all easy enough to shrug off; really, he's more surprised with the introduction than anything else. just as nam soon seemed surprised at the way she was speaking with him, this catches him too. he's just not used to it. it takes him a moment before he returns the gesture to shake her hand, accompanying it with a polite bow.]
I'm... G— Nam Soon Go. [he almost sputters his name out in proper eastern order first, but nam soon knows that could probably get confusing. it's still strange for him though, since he has such minimal (read: tourist passersby on the streets of seoul) experience with anyone from overseas. he leaves it at that, bowing his head again. the truth is that he's still not sure exactly how to address her; he knows the levels of formality between people are different elsewhere, but he isn't quite sure how to apply that to actual interaction.
maybe if he didn't sleep through all of his classes, this would be less of an issue...]