<span style="font-size: 10px">Jiwon's eyes roved about behind his closed lids, dark gaze swiveling back and forth as noises of splashing and other mediocre needs sounded throughout the confinement of their location. Did she realize who she was talking to? No. She obviously doesn't, but whatever. He had long ago gotten used to switching out with Axel in the middle of a conversation with Blaze. Although very tedious, he would usually explain to her she was no longer in the presence of a happy-go-lucky camper, but instead a dark and broody one. Today, however, he kept silent as she drunk her water, throwing him some sort of mix of flirtatious sarcasm. To this he rolls he eyes, then slightly bares his dark obsidian eyes to the heated world. At present, he was shirtless, courtesy of a certain anti-heat attention maniac. The dark backpack sitting on the ground by his feet caught his attention, but Jiwon already knew the kind of cover he sought for would not be found. For convenience sake, he'd given up the luxury of his favorite dark hood and instead opted to always be shirtless. Less packing space taken, more room for food. So Jiwon was stuck shirtless the entire journey to wherever they would go, escaping and running like cowards he couldn't stand to be. Obviously Jiwon had his own policy to this whole end-of-the-world business, and that policy included taking on these crappy junkyard robots head on til they all exploded in one brilliant fireball. But he wasn't stupid. Actually, Jiwon detests stupidity. Hence, he wouldn't be taking on advanced human lifeforms on his own without the proper tools. One tool being Axel's girlfriend. Annoying company, but a comrade nonetheless. <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bf8000">"AB, I don't have time for your bullcrap sarcasm. You want conversation? Go talk to the wall. Your babe ain't here."</span> He growled under his breath then, pushing away from the wall he had been previously leaning on. This world was crashing and burning, and every second second filled the cold hearted man with excitement. They all deserved every second of it, every death that this ridiculous human beings dealt with. Jiwon didn't believe in crap like karma, but if he did, he'd say this apocalyptic mess was the biggest bitch life could throw back at everyone's faces. And he loved it. Where are those big tough guys now, with their touchy hands and their wicked grins? Dead. He absolutely hoped they were tossed about the ground like puke, faces barely recognizable. If he could get a picture of it, life would be even better. But for now, a mental picture works just fine. </span>