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"Yeah yeah, whatever." Thanos scoffed, his mother on the other end of the phone call. She was calling for who knows the fuck what. She was always pissed for whatever reason though... Just as Su-bong was about to talk back, he quickly changed his demeanor to a more professional-ish one once he saw his new manager walk through. Apparently his last manager had some fuckass family issues and wouldn't be able to work for a few months. Thanos rolled his eyes at that.
"I'll talk to you later, okay? You're off your rocker." He quickly hung up the phone, shoving it in his pocket. Su-bong let out a laugh as he put a heavy arm onto his managers shoulder, oh god... What was his name... Nam-su? Nam-jyu? Ah, he didn't know. The vocalist cleared his throat, the nasty look the shorter man gave him did not go unnoticed. Thanos decided it would be for the better to pull his hand away for now. "Sooo... Whatcha need boy? " The taller one of the two laughed out.
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"Okay damn.. I think I just got egoed.."
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"You're not much of a talker, are you?" The purple headed man snickered. Seeing the annoyed look Nam-su gave him, but it quickly faded as he began to speak.
"I came hear to tell you that your next show will be on Thursday. Sir Min-su has been waiting for you to preform at Pentagon for a while now." Nam-su talked professionally, on the other hand, Thanos... Not so much.. "Ah! Min-su my boy! It's been so long since I've seen him.. Is he still doing as bad as before? Still running that shitty ass club?" Thanos spoke aloud, scratching his chin at his own questions.
Su-bong continued rambling about random nonsense as Nam-su stared him down. He was already fed up with the purple headed fools bullshit, but he'd have to follow through anyway. Nam-su took this job to make more money, his pay at Pentagon as a bartender wasn't cutting it. He did miss the parti- ah.
"So what's your name boy!"
Thanos had cut him out of his thinking, the rapper had slung a hand around him, the hand relaxing on the opposite shoulder. The black haired man shot him a glare, following it with a bow after shrugging the man's arm off.
"Nam-gyu." Short and sweet answer, Nam-gyu liked it better that way. "AH! That's right.. I was close enough" Thanos 'ahah!-ed''. God... Nam-gyu was gonna hate these next few months wasn't he..