Dominic’s remark seemed to freeze my brain.
No, why… his clothes…?
Feeling slightly stupid, I blinked.
“Mr. Gunbam?”
His voice sounded puzzled. Then, as though belatedly realizing something, Dominic spoke again.
“I see. It is because there are many people here. Let us go somewhere quiet.”
By the alien slime’s standards, the members of Field Response Team 3 other than Kwak Hanmuk were apparently not beings with personhood.
Only after seeing my reaction did he seem to realize that he needed to take those things into consideration.
But even if we went somewhere quiet, there was no way I could strip Kwak Hanmuk.
As I wondered how to explain this properly to the pudding slime, I also considered whether I should go to a bathhouse with Kwak Hanmuk.
‘No, but why are you telling me to strip him?’
It was not easy for a human to follow an alien’s thought process.
Wondering how I could get Kwak Hanmuk undressed naturally without seeming like a pervert, I followed behind him.
The café on the building’s first floor was fairly crowded.
Amid a crush of people in Trial Response Agency uniforms, two employees rapidly prepared drinks and served customers.
Kwak Hanmuk and I joined the end of the long line.
Standing behind the crowd made me feel somewhat like an office worker myself.
‘Coffee is an office worker’s essential item, after all.’
As I…