A timpanist, right. Donovan had said that he was percussion. He had never really cared much for most percussionists, finding the ones in high school to have very odd egos. They seemed to be either too into forming rock bands or just into making an obnoxiously loud marching band drum line. However, that was just high school and at least a few were still good at what they did. He was sure the people that went into it as a profession were more mature than that.
The books were not the timpanist's, so Kyu-Sik had nothing else to get a read on whoever Donovan's roommate was. This just spoke more about the other man. Though he wasn't that phased by the gruesome description of the executions, he couldn't help but think back on their conversation just a few days ago in the car. "Is this swift death thing going to be a reoccurring topic?" It was an accusation for the both of them more than it was directed at just his host. Despite how unimpressed Kyu-Sik sounded, he managed a smile on his face as he took the cup of water. He offered his thanks for it, not quite realizing how thirsty he had been until he took a drink. The day had been full of so much coffee, that it was easy to forget how refreshing just a cup of water could be.
He continued to flip through the pages with his other hand, still skimming through the chapter. It had been a long time since he had studied any world history. "I guess whether or not they fought over who went first depends on the people. You'd have those who accepted everything and wanted to get it over with, but you'd also probably have the people who avoided it for as long as they could to try and find a way out."