All he did was watch Jaekyung enjoy herself, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he pressed them into a thin line so it wouldn’t be very noticeable. “Oh, look at you. Your face is going to rip right off if you keep smiling like that. Geez. You’re so encouraging I might as well just be an entertainer all day long.” With a soft, playful huff, he picked up one of the fake glasses from the table across them and handed it to her the moment she reached out to help. “Here, see if this one fits me. Ah— but aren’t you going to try anything on? We’re surrounded by costumes.”
“Yah– stop speaking non-sense.” She had to hit him arm, yet lightly, that gesture being a part of her mischievous nature. And as she shook her head, Jaekyung’s facade wore an amused expression, somehow satisfied. “You look great… if you’re looking for the ridiculous look.” She snorted. Having a look around to examine the costumes within her two bare eyes, she young woman shrugged. “I’unno… I feel….” Absurd? “… I’unno, I don’t really like costumes.”