"pfft, don’t worry about me, hyung! and i’m sure if i was sent to the emergency room right before the musical, my manager would make sure to break all my bones." he laughs, eyes crinkling in amusement, "hmm…i may have had something sugary combined with a lot of something caffeinated. unfortunately the coffee is gone, but i still have some gummy worms left!” he digs through his bag before pulling out a ziplock bag of said sweets, holding it out for the other.
"I’m glad that you came prepared for anything,” he hummed, making grabby hands at the bag before bringing it into his care and holding onto it delicately, “And when it’s time to plan your inevitable funeral, I’ll make sure to bring gummy worms in every colour.”
Pressing the bag to his cheek, he added, “I’ll make sure to right a speech- but I think a good question to ask is, which would you prefer at your funeral? Gangster rap, or gangster rap?”