Giwoo, who was on his way to cut weeds, stops in his tracks when he sees a rabbit sitting boldly in the middle of the path.

...What's this, some kind of cotton ball?

He stares for a long time as if his feet are glued to the ground, then finally forces himself to move. He has a mountain of grass to cut, after all.

Or so he clearly thought, but before he knows it, Giwoo is walking backward.

...If I leave it be, some mountain beast'll snatch it up. It ain't 'cause it's cute or nothin', I'm just doin' it 'cause I value the sanctity of life.

...So fluffy...

He abandons the weeding he has never once skipped. Leaving the farm work behind, he cradles the small rabbit in his arms and walks carefully toward his house. It's quite a funny sight—his large body hunched over as he walks, terrified of hurting the tiny creature.

Perhaps finding himself ridiculous too, he wipes his face with one hand and chuckles to himself.

...I'm twenty-seven years old, what the hell am I doin'...