[ Yoo Joonghyuk merely stands up and puts on his apron, adding nothing else as the stranger continues talking on and on... The only good part about this is that the chefs find little opportunities to butt in and yammer on about their prowess, but at what cost? This man is loud enough to speak for all the chefs, might even be able to yammer forever.
His eyes only look forward, as if detached completely from the situation. Yes, he heard him. Yes, he can kind of see there's a weird cane pointed at him in the corner of his eye and... The shape and look of it bring out animosity from him. The nebula < Papyrus > was once his enemy, too, though back at home. Slowly, he turns his head and looks down to where Ozy's seated. ]
Be quiet.
[ Holy shit? He can stay there if he wants; it's no skin off his bones. Joonghyuk will move to the chef's counter without him. ]
no...
His eyes only look forward, as if detached completely from the situation. Yes, he heard him. Yes, he can kind of see there's a weird cane pointed at him in the corner of his eye and... The shape and look of it bring out animosity from him. The nebula < Papyrus > was once his enemy, too, though back at home. Slowly, he turns his head and looks down to where Ozy's seated. ]
Be quiet.
[ Holy shit? He can stay there if he wants; it's no skin off his bones. Joonghyuk will move to the chef's counter without him. ]