--------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><b>Name:</b>Jae-Hyuk Park<br/><b>Location:</b>Room #6, Hallway<br/><b>With:</b>Michael<a class="username" data-user-id="2310" data-username="@JayBird" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/2310/">@JayBird</a><br/><b>Doing:</b>Embarrassing himself and potentially getting them lost.<br/><b>Content Warning:</b>Second-hand embarrassment.<br/>---------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Eyebrow arched, Jae couldn’t keep his grin in when Michael decided to thank him instead. He was from the Midwest, so politeness stand offs were no strange thing to him. Jae had a horrible habit of apologising for everything, including “inconveniences” that he made up in his head. Off of the top of his head, he could think of 3 things to apologise to Michael for: making him leave the group (even if he said it was okay), making him carry his bag, and making him have to walk ALL the way over here. But he didn’t apologise because Michael seemed oddly okay with it. To each their own, he guessed. He was not about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Between his surely extra roommate and this great company, he was sure to have a pretty good first day. He just hoped he wouldn’t starve to death first.<br/><br/>“There’s maps?” Jae asked softly as Michael left. Did he get a map? He probably did but, let’s be honest, Jae is a hot mess. The map was probably living its best life, next to the paper with his room assignment on it. Standing up, he leaned his cane against the bed before stripping down. Pulling on his shorts, which went to about mid-thigh, he realised how ashy his legs looked, even beneath his leg hair. He yanked his shirt off and started to lotion his skin, especially the parts of his tan flesh that were coloured with tattoos. The hair across his chest was closely trimmed like his beard, and one could see the dragon above his heart and the compass on his right chest. He had others spread across his body, including a bird silhouette on the back of his neck with BJP scripted within it. As he rubbed lotion on his hands, between his fingers, he paused as he hit his ring. Staring at the band for a moment, he took in a deep breath and continued. He wasn’t ready.<br/><br/>“Come on in!” Jae called out when he heard the knock. Assuming it was Michael, he stood up and turned toward the door, pulling on his mesh shirt which was just a slightly more inconvenient screen between his skin and public eye. Taking a glance at his hair in the mirror, he straightened up a little before moving back to his bed to dig through his miscellaneous case. “I just have to grab a few things.” He yanked a mesh laundry bag full of little bottles and shakers from his bag. It was his spice bag. He was going to do some cooking today. The kitchen should be fully stocked, but he was NOT risking it. Maybe Michael would want to go to the city with him to pick up a few things eventually. Not today, but maybe soon. They could ask Sonja if she wanted to go. Speaking of Sonja. “Hey, also, remind me to ask Sonja if she wants to borrow any clothes. Mine should be plenty big for her!” Jae laughed to himself. He wasn’t fat, per se. He had been overweight a few years ago, during his grief period, and he had been working to turn that into muscle. But it was a process, and he hated working out.<br/><br/>Jae slung the bag over his shoulder and smiled at Michael, cane in hand. He slipped his feet into a pair of slippers, absolutely no intention in going outside, and nodded. “I am so ready. And you look… comfy!” He had paused as he took in Michael’s outfit choice. He wasn’t judging it. He just thought it was cute. Very cosy. That was the kind of man who was ready to lounge, and that’s all he was looking for. Knowing how Michael led him to his room, he decided it was time for him to take charge. Holding his hand out to Michael, Jae confidently said, “Map, please! I want to prove I’m not a little ninny and that I can most definitely find my way to the kitchen!”<br/><br/>He definitely couldn’t.<br/><br/>“Call me Blaze Master Jae.”<br/><br/>He didn’t mean that.<br/><br/>“Wait. Wait, no, don’t call me that,” he quickly added. “I don’t smoke weed. N-not that there’s anything wrong with that! If you want to do that, then power to you! I just meant that I’m blazing the trails to food…dom? Food-dom.” Jae nodded assertively. He decided to end his endless babble with a bite of his lip, heading off down the hall without looking at the map. That is, before he turned around and went the other way, the way they came from. “There’s a bathroom at the end of the hallway, so I’m just going to assume it’s the dead end.” He stopped and walked back to Michael. “I have no idea how to read a map,” he admitted.