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He’s going to kill them. He’s going, to kill them.
“Zen! Zen how ar— Oh my god Zen your face .” Yoosung, as usual, does not know the finer details of social cues and what you should or should not say. “You look terrible .”
“Thank you, Yoosung,” Zen snaps, “That is just what I needed to hear righ—” A violent sneeze throws off the rest of his retort.
And another.
And another.
“Zen, weren’t you just greeting the guests…? What…?”
Zen groans into his handkerchief. “The guests… the guests . The guests are why I’m like this, have you seen the guests?? ”
God. God. God is in attendance. A mummy walked through the front doors. A, a, caveman grunting about beating Sev— Saeyoung and, something about tetris? Hackers looking for an 80 year old grandmother named Lucky Kim. Does he even want to know, he doesn’t want to know. Now he understands why one of the first guests named Tom gave him an apologetic word coming in.
MC did an amazing job getting a large amount of guests. Amazing.
Except for the quality, of said guests. Except for the fact that all of the guests were ones Saeyoung invited.
In the midst of his tirade, Jaehee has already announced Jumin and is heading towards them, concern and worry etched into the lines on her face.
“Zen? Are you okay? What happened?”
Zen gives her a miserable stare. “Longcat. Longcat is here.” Immediately, Jaehee’s face falls into horror.
Jaehee is a gift, a gift this world does not deserve.
Mr. Trust Fund Kid on the other hand, is a different story.
“...Half of the members of the RFA, the hosts of this party, have not been able to attend. Of the attending hosts, one may benefit from the expertise of the esteemed Allergy Research Center in attendance.”
He’s going, to kill them.