“Wh— allergic to the sun? I’ve never heard that before. I guess it makes sense why you’re out at night then.” he said, giving a shrug of his shoulders again. It was something unusual and he knew that, but he wasn’t going to press the subject any further when he knew he would get to know more about the male if they continued talking. He figured it was some sort of skin disease and that maybe it would be considered rude to question him about it. “Well, we’ll see what it’s like then tomorrow yeah? You should give me your number though so we can make plans, if you’re interested.” he looked back at him and slowed his pace down so that they were walking in steps beside each other, his lips pursing a bit as he considered his offer. “If anything, I’d stay for about a week. Why don’t you tell me what it is and I’ll think about it?” he asked, his voice still soft and quiet. “Are you going back to London anytime soon, Francesco?”
His words could be considered a stretch of the truth—but then again, maybe not. It was perhaps in the way you looked at it, for any negative reaction in exposure to sun could certainly be called an allergy. It certainly explained his reasons for staying out of it, though, and that was what mattered to him the most. Slipping his phone out of his pocket he hummed faintly, gaze upon at as he navigated to where he had saved his own number. Being back to Korea recently as he was, he was yet to learn the new number by heart, so he held it up with a pale hand for the other to see. “I don’t mind that”, he said softly as he did, before a hint of a frown touched his brows, but perhaps in the dark it was not visible to the other. Curiosity killed the cat, was an expression which whispered through his mind. “… No, I won’t say unless you have thought of it seriously”, he told him, before glancing sidelong. “Perhaps I will go for a visit, later this year, or in the springtime”, he answered vaguely.
