Choi Seungjoo is leaning heavily on him though it's not otherwise obvious what's wrong with him.

Min Woo-young is brought out on a floating stretcher made of ice, looking like he can't move anything at all other than his head and hands.

(He doesn't look cold at all, though.)

And Lee Tae-gun, the person who conjured the ice stretcher, looks...

...perfectly fine. His hair's a little bit messier than it was when he walked in, his clothes a bit disheveled, but otherwise he looks completely unbothered.

As soon as he does every newsperson surrounding the yellow tape immediately starts calling his name and shouting questions indistinctly at him.

Wow how does he do that. Haru wants whatever he's smoking. And then he wants to inhale a kilo of it and go PLAY CIVILIZATION ALONE IN HIS ROOM FOR EIGHT HOURS.

He adopts a magazine smile and waves for the cameras recording and/or taking pictures of him and, once he's successfully transferred Min Woo-young to a proper stretcher from the med team and unconjured the ice, opens the blue holographic screen accessing his computer system and uses it to teleport away.

"Forgive Tae-gun, he's a very busy man," says a person who knows for a fact being busy is not at all the reason Tae-gun teleported away.

"How does he do that? Or should I not ask, I suppose that just took a bunch of selfies with complete strangers and probably looked fine in them and it's not because I'm fine and dandy."

"I d-don't kno-o-o-ow," he replies, losing control of his tongue for a moment there. "I'm surp-p-prised to see you he-e-ere still." He grits his teeth then continues. "I thought you'd have gone into isolation."

"My partner's in a dungeon right now, there's no point till she's back, but if there's not a debrief step or anything I can go bother my cat instead of you guys."

"I'll bug you about cat pictures l-l-later but f-for now th-this was straightforward and w-we'll just silo."

"Good work today!"

Seungjoo is trying to smile and only half-succeeding.

Okay. Time to go home to Cricket till Yamanaka's done.

He gets an email in his work inbox a few hours later.

Hello! This is Park Yoo-min. I realised I never got your number so this was the best way I had to contact you to demand that which you owe me.

"Hey kitty, pose for the camera."

"They're not worthy to gaze upon my visage." But he poses.

Here you go! And the blog is only available in English and Japanese so far, translating takes time, but here it is: Eventualities

Oh wow you really meant it when you said "monstercat". And that's a very cool blog!

Anyway, should you wish to continue correspondence in closer-to-real time with yours truly, you may find me at <phone number>.

Does he want a call right now because he's getting a call right now. Yamanaka's here but feet-to-feet is not an attested rapid debacklashing method.

...well, sure!

"I meant texting but hey I'm down for this, too! Don't suppose there's a chance that means I get a cat live rather than just a pic?"

"Sure, absolutely, he only speaks Japanese but if you know the language just be aware that he is extremely impolite to most everyone." He can turn on video and point it at Cricket. "This is Cricket! I got him right after I awakened, another esper was hosting him before that so he wouldn't walk the streets and make people think there was an ongoingly active dungeon spitting out more like him but they did not get along and when I made it known that I thought I needed a cat we were introduced."

He switches to Japanese. "Oh, gosh! Hi, Cricket! Your wings are gorgeous!"

"Yes. That's why I'm prettier than you, because you don't have any wings. And aren't a cat." Preen.

"You are absolutely right. Unfortunately not all of us are blessed with being born as cats, but we at least can perform our duties of obeisance and admiration."