Bokyung wasn't going to stand this. And he didn't have to, he realized. This wasn't a river bank or something. He wasn't being kept in this room. Goodnight himself had said he could come and go.
So, slicing off another piece of apple, he got up off the bed. He headed to the door of the room without looking at Goodnight--and maybe that was a little pointed. But he was not going to look at this man and possibly put himself in danger if the warrant officer decided he didn't like how Bokyung was looking.
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Date: 2016-11-18 05:52 am (UTC)So, slicing off another piece of apple, he got up off the bed. He headed to the door of the room without looking at Goodnight--and maybe that was a little pointed. But he was not going to look at this man and possibly put himself in danger if the warrant officer decided he didn't like how Bokyung was looking.