darthxing said:

The smile that appears on his lips when the other agrees to be his friend is warm and to a point, relieved. He knows his trust in the woman was not to be mistaken. “Yongguk, I am glad to be friends. Do you like the color purple?”

Yongguk runs through his many conscious states of mind, all coming up negative for a familiar face that matched the one by him right now. It was strange, yet not uncommon. It may only been this line that meets this individual. “Purple? No — I find it to suffocating of a colour. It mixes the darkness of the sodden below and the depression of a sea soaked death. I much rather the colour crimson, though, I’m sorry if my distaste offends you.”