[ Myung had never been much of a touchy feely kind of guy until he ended up in this house, with these people. Now, he can't get enough. It comes so easy to him, too, pressing fingers in soft places, hugging more than he ever has before.

The coffee smells good, and Myung just makes the most of the smell, tilting his head back in the kitchen, still close to Sage. ]

Hmm, yeah. The one I'm thinking of, I know most of the regulars. A lot are just angry, bored business workers looking for a thrill. They're good for a few punches, even if they're not worth much money.