[While Yujin is no stranger to travel by ship, sailing through the air is another experience entirely. He's not afraid of heights-- he even enjoys the broad vistas above the clouds-- but sometimes, glancing out a porthole and seeing nothing but the open air can be a bit... much.
Luckily for Yujin, he's on the Hawking. Most of this ship's crew are bookworms. It's not unusual for him to spend most of his free time reading below deck. It's expected enough, in fact, that the whole time he's been here, he's only ever been disturbed by an orber. So, when he hears the sound of a floorboard creaking near the doorway of the sleeping quarters, he glances up immediately: it could be something important.
Instead, he sees a split-second of messy blonde hair... then nothing. Yujin blinks, puzzled, and shuts his book.]
Hello? [And then, a pause: he doesn't know a whole lot of blondes, does he?] ...Finn?
[You're out of luck, Finn. Yujin doesn't just sit up in his hammock, he gets out of it entirely, craning his neck in an attempt to peer past the doorframe.]
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Luckily for Yujin, he's on the Hawking. Most of this ship's crew are bookworms. It's not unusual for him to spend most of his free time reading below deck. It's expected enough, in fact, that the whole time he's been here, he's only ever been disturbed by an orber. So, when he hears the sound of a floorboard creaking near the doorway of the sleeping quarters, he glances up immediately: it could be something important.
Instead, he sees a split-second of messy blonde hair... then nothing. Yujin blinks, puzzled, and shuts his book.]
Hello? [And then, a pause: he doesn't know a whole lot of blondes, does he?] ...Finn?
[You're out of luck, Finn. Yujin doesn't just sit up in his hammock, he gets out of it entirely, craning his neck in an attempt to peer past the doorframe.]
Everything all right, lad?