Wong Ha Jung
The man with the hats was...ah, confusing was probably the best word for it. Unsettling was a close second but that was a rather biased impression in Wong Ha Jung's opinion. And going over the last thing that the man had said to him, the only thing he could really think was What? The way that he continued to look at him, though, was somewhat disturbing and did not help the counselor's current state of anxiety at all.
So, admittedly, Wong Ha Jung was kind of hiding behind that pink haired woman. Beside. Behind. One of those. He nodded his head a little when she asked if he was all right but didn't get to say much more about it before she excused herself. Just as well, there wasn't too much more that he could have said about it right then. I'm sorry, don't worry about me, I'm just a silly person, it's nothing new. Repetitive. He was already saying too much of that today and didn't really feel up to going on about it anymore. It was just...not good.
By the time that the woman had come back, however, he had pulled himself together enough give her a far less strained smile. He hoped so, anyways. "Wong Ha Jung," the man introduced himself. "Or Elijah. Some people call me that. Not too much around here but-" he trailed off with a soft laugh. He really hadn't been introducing himself like that as often as he was used to on the mainland, probably just because of how diverse the island was. Sometimes -well, often- it simply slipped his mind.
The man with the hats was...ah, confusing was probably the best word for it. Unsettling was a close second but that was a rather biased impression in Wong Ha Jung's opinion. And going over the last thing that the man had said to him, the only thing he could really think was What? The way that he continued to look at him, though, was somewhat disturbing and did not help the counselor's current state of anxiety at all.
So, admittedly, Wong Ha Jung was kind of hiding behind that pink haired woman. Beside. Behind. One of those. He nodded his head a little when she asked if he was all right but didn't get to say much more about it before she excused herself. Just as well, there wasn't too much more that he could have said about it right then. I'm sorry, don't worry about me, I'm just a silly person, it's nothing new. Repetitive. He was already saying too much of that today and didn't really feel up to going on about it anymore. It was just...not good.
By the time that the woman had come back, however, he had pulled himself together enough give her a far less strained smile. He hoped so, anyways. "Wong Ha Jung," the man introduced himself. "Or Elijah. Some people call me that. Not too much around here but-" he trailed off with a soft laugh. He really hadn't been introducing himself like that as often as he was used to on the mainland, probably just because of how diverse the island was. Sometimes -well, often- it simply slipped his mind.
