She stepped over the threshold of the Lodge, her eyes making contact with no one or nothing really in particular - she was here to stay the night, just one night, as she had to go up to the mountains later that day to go and scout out the herding animals. She wanted to see how bad or good they were fairing so that way she knew what to buy in lew of something horrible happening. Like being stormed in at her home for days without food, that would sucks ass. She set her up stuff in her rented room all before nearly galloping down the creaky wooden stairs of the establishment. Humming as she did, not paying any mind to her surroundings other than that she wanted to go out of here and get a nice jacket from the store across the street. She nearly ran into something or someone as she rounds the eastern bay of the front desk making a audible gasp as she reached out to grab something to catch herself sturdy again. 

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Seo-joon, had been working at the lodge since he could remember, probably since he was still in his mid-teens; considering the labor laws of the time. The work wasn't hard in the least, he mostly did a lot of the clean up work inside the guest rooms of the place. Making beds, moping, and all sorts of other things one in housekeeping would go about their day with. Though, at some point he'd enjoy doing something different with his life; something he himself could find a lot more joy in. Yet, he wasn't sure in what direction he wanted to go, though he was still young and had more years to think about it. Who liked to wait though? No many people, unless they were very patient of the mind and body.

The young man sighed heavily, moving himself about the lodge as usual, though perhaps things were not as usual as they might usually be. In moments, he'd come colliding with what he could assume was a guest there, sending both of them in opposite directions. Unlike the woman, Seo-joon was not the quickest in being able to grab anything. So, this young Asian man, ended up on the floor; ass end hitting the hard wood first out of anything else. Then again, it was far better than hitting the back of his head.
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