assistirfilmes Chapter 97.2
Chapter 97.2
‘Shit, shit, shit...!’
He’d been caught.
How? No, that didn’t matter now. The fact was, he’d been caught. Absolutely, utterly caught!
“I-I’ll leave!”
Without even thinking, Baek Saheon stammered in a trembling voice.
“Supervisor! You’re right—I’m not fit to be your roommate! I’ll leave immediately! I swear I won’t come back!”
Kim Soleum frowned.
“Ugh, my head’s pounding. Don’t you know any etiquette? Why are you shouting in a shared building this late at night?”
Shit...!
Internally cursing up a storm, Baek Saheon begrudgingly shut his mouth, hating himself for doing so instinctively.
“Braun.”
In the meantime, Kim Soleum turned back to the rabbit doll and spoke.
“Hearing someone beg so loudly makes me think... maybe I should give him one chance, even if he’s not qualified to live here.”
What?!
“I don’t ne—”
“Don’t need it?”
Kim Soleum turned his head sharply.
“You’re saying you don’t need the chance to live here?”
“......”
Why did that sound like ‘You don’t need a chance to continue living in this plane of existence’...?
Baek Saheon swallowed hard and answered,
“I need it.”
“Really?”
“Yes...”
“Good. Then hand over the item.”
“......!”
“The fountain pen you were using. The one where you write something on a sticky note, and it becomes a suggestion.”
“......”
“I don’t trust you not to pull another stunt, so I’ll keep it somewhere safe for now.”
How the hell does he know that?
Even as fear crept up his spine, Baek Saheon gritted his teeth.
“I... can’t.”
“......”
“T-Think about it, Supervisor, sir. Honestly, I haven’t caused you any harm with my actions, have I?”
He spoke desperately, his voice full of urgency.
“I need this item. I absolutely can’t give it to anyone. I swear I won’t use it on you again, so please...”
“Hmm.”
Kim Soleum responded flatly.
“Why would I believe that?”
“......!”
* * *
‘I think I handled the carrot-and-stick approach well.’
I thought about the purple eye I’d handed over.
It wasn’t a threat to me but had useful features for Baek Saheon.
Well, it just so happened to be a left eye, so he could use it without needing an extraction.
Anyway, of all people, I ended up as roommates with that guy... Though, come to think of it, Go Yeongeun and Jang Heoun were the special cases, and Baek Saheon might just have the average company personality.
In this place, it feels like you can’t swing a stick without hitting a sociopath!
‘The more I dwell on it, the more depressing it gets. Let’s think of something positive...’
For example... the upcoming gift presentation ceremony.
“Braun.”
I stood up and retrieved an item from my tattoo inventory.
A ribbon hair tie, which I had bought in lieu of change at the boutique.
“A gift.”
– ......!
“Do you like it? I had a feeling you might have guessed it’s for you.”
If it didn’t suit his aesthetic, I’d probably end up sweating bullets trying to find another offering...
But Braun’s response was cheerful.
– Ah, it was quite obvious, wasn’t it?
– Not realizing it would’ve been unacceptable as a show host, but pretending not to notice is also part of an entertainer’s job.
– At last, even this stuffed body can be properly dressed.
His tone carried a rare note of excitement.
‘Thank goodness.’
Smiling, I adjusted the hair tie and neatly tied it around the plush bunny.
“Thanks for everything, Braun.”
The bunny’s round button eyes gazed into the air. When I looked away, his familiar, upbeat host’s voice followed.
– As your friend, it was the natural thing to do, Mr. Roe Deer.
The ribbon might have been purely ornamental, but Braun’s voice brimmed with joy as it was donned like a bowtie.
– A neat appearance is an essential courtesy for anyone performing in front of an audience, wouldn’t you agree?
Braun seemed delighted as I repeatedly adjusted the bowtie for the perfect angle. At the same time, he urged me to rest.
– Mr. Roe Deer, maintaining your condition is a basic professional skill. Rest is essential, so it’s best you head to dreamland promptly!
“Gotcha.”
A gift presentation ceremony for a good friend—one of today’s few rewarding moments...
Normally, I’d revisit the wiki for a read-through, but I doubted my broken phone or my ailing body could manage it tonight.
‘I’ll get a new phone or repair this one first thing tomorrow...’
As long as the Memorial Popsocket was intact, swapping phones wouldn’t hinder my wiki access.
I lay back comfortably on my bed and prepared to remove the popsocket from the broken phone.
“......”
– Friend?
I quickly flipped the phone over.
The popsocket... had a crack.