i've lost my way — joiner

Soojin could not recall the last time that he had slept well. Being on the move for so long, rarely having a comfortable place to stay, it most certainly had taken its toll on his body. He was by no means a child, much preferring to refer to himself as a young adult now though he had always been babied by those around him for his pacifistic and reserved nature. There was something that he missed about peaceful communal life, that perhaps being the reason why he felt so drawn to Hyperia. As far as he had been made aware, they were neutrally aligned though, unlike some, were not inclined to start petty conflict. That was something that he could most certainly get behind, always finding that the groups who neither claimed to be the good in the world nor the bad had the most interesting selection of strangers to meet. Making new friends, painted as such a childish concept to him and still, the fluffy samoyed can not help but feel an uncharacteristically giddy sense of excitement burn within his chest as he contemplated who he might see here and what friendly faces may choose to willingly keep his company. He was absolutely elated already.

"Hello, my name is Soojin, I wish to join." Gentle canine calls out into the lands stretched out before him as he comes to a halt on the group's borders. Sky blue eyes peer up at floating isles with undeniable fascination though he keeps himself contained for the time being as he sits and hopes that another had heard his words, always finding repetition to be incredibly uncomfortable. And in any case, he oftentimes found that strangers would grow irritable should you linger on their borders to wait for them to offer some words of greeting. Instead, here, he decides to take matters into his own paws to make life easier for whoever may stumble upon him. Short, sweet, and to the point. That's how others prefer him to be, right?

Surprisingly, he does not need to wait long before someone is drawn over. Crystalline gaze shifts from looming isles onto the monochrome stranger that approaches him, kind smile a kiss forever pressed against the samoyed's lips. Any fear of rejection that might have begun to bubble up within his chest is quickly shot down when both introduction and greeting is spoken, relieved sigh escaping him. He remains quiet as they talk to him, drinking in each and every word as though it were holy gospel, nodding lightly at every piece of significant information.

"It is very nice to meet you, Mike," polite canine hums, dipping his head to the lax hybrid in visible display of respect. Growing up, he had always been one for holding all those around him in the highest esteem. Anyone who was not him should be seen as a figure of authority, after all, and that is something that he holds close to him even though he has moved on from his place of origin. Even the way that his fur remained pristine in spite of the fluffy and wild way that it stuck out at all angles was an indication of this respect, not for himself but for those who may look upon him. He would not want to be an unpleasant mess in the way of someone's view, thus taking much pride in his looks. Certainly, this was all byproduct of persistent childhood pressure which he had and still was quite oblivious to, the constant instructions to keep himself neat, tidy, and out of the way weigh heavy on his subconscious.

"Oh no, thank you but I wouldn't want to be a burden or anything," he says suddenly, eyes widened a tad as if the offer of help had been entirely unexpected, "I mean, I know it's your... job, but don't mind me. Just point me in the direction of your main camp area and I am sure that I'll get along just fine."

Another approaches as he finishes talking, however, the canine's attention snatched as query into his name and knowledge of languages is made. "Ah, yes. Korean is my native language though I haven't really... spoken it for a while," he admits rather sheepishly. Travelling by himself for a while meant that he had not really needed to talk any language though English had most certainly been his go to when conversing with other travellers to ask for directions and whatnot. Curiosity flares up in him at such a question though, the canine tilting his head to the side as he speaks up, "Do you speak Korean? It'd be nice to have someone to talk to after all this time."

He finds himself rather enthralled in the topic at hand, promise of speaking in his mother tongue once more a tantalising prospect. Very quickly does he catch himself, straightening up once his brain registers who, exactly, he is talking to. Hyperian leader. And here he is, being oh so foolishly casual. Mentally reprimanding himself, Soojin feels the warmth of gratification blossom in his chest as such a significant individual here outright states that they would be pleased to have him among their ranks. Him. Hong Soojin. Good-for-nothing who had only ever been in everyone's way. It's a weird feeling, delight. Something he is not used to. But still, he smiles anyways. "Thank you, I appreciate the warm welcome and it is a pleasure to meet you as well, Erasmus."