( Something turns watchful in Yohan's gaze as Gaon tips him more liquor. It isn't anything suspicious, he doesn't suspect Gaon of foul play, it's just curious for the sake of it, expression softening ever so slightly. But the pajeon looks good, Yohan is hungry and Gaon less angry by turns. He leans forward in his seat to crack the chopsticks open, gaze flicking upwards again.
A piece, broken away, all but shoved in his mouth as he chews. He doesn't even wait for it to cool, which means he breathes through his mouth a little, semi-uncouth. )
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A piece, broken away, all but shoved in his mouth as he chews. He doesn't even wait for it to cool, which means he breathes through his mouth a little, semi-uncouth. )
Yours would be better.
( Already a devout convert. )