Heeeeee is not going to read anything about that last one that's for sure. He's not sure he's gonna read any of it, honestly.

He doesn't want to.

He doesn't have to! The blog will not judge him.

Yeah. He'll just. Sit. And not do anything. For a bit.

When Haru comes to the cottage next, he'll find Jaeha doing crunches shirtless in the middle of the living room.

Haru's on the phone, of course, reconnecting the dropped call. "- are we back? Hooray! So did you actually meet the unicorn - does the unicorn have a name - there is so little unicorn information that I'm starting to think it's not real at all, or maybe that it doesn't talk or died three years ago -" He waves at Jaeha and goes through the checklist as usual.

Right. Time to go get knocked out by drugs and be hugged by a stranger for eight hours again.

He was kind of having more fun moping in prison.

Whatever. He'll finish this set and then go shower, he supposes.

Valid to shower. Haru's still on the phone when he emerges, and waves again. "I should totally call her but I don't speak a speck of Zulu, can she get along all right in English?... yeah, if it's as good as the English-Korean translation I used that a fair bit on my trip to Korea and it was serviceable, I can make do. No, yeah, I did start learning it but I don't know much, I know basically the alphabet. Yeah, it's a very elegant writing system. I might need you to do my checklist again, if I can trouble you?"

Right then. He supposes the stranger will be... doing his own thing, there, and Jaeha will... sit and wait.

"Hang on a sec." He puts his hand over the mic pickup on his phone. "Something up?" he asks Jaeha.

"Nothing in particular," which is the whole problem.

"Do you need anything, or... anything? I can rain check this person and call them back later if it's complicated, like I said I consider myself responsible for you."