#;dearest

While her mind is typically consumed by screeching voices and persistent cynicisms, Jinxin is abstractly calm with her dearest and fewest friends. She remained silent as she approached, wanting physical comfort though her mouth could easily utter a few words. Fists held onto handfuls of Tiffany’s clothing, and the entirety of her posture and actions was strikingly puerile. But, Tiffany should already know Jinxin wasn’t a woman of words, but of internal licking flames and iced winters. “I just wanted to see you.” She confessed. “Even though you’re b-busy...that’s o-okay right?” 

{ Momentarily, Jinxin believes that it’s all a lie. A ruse. That somehow this will all get taken away from her and she’s going to have to hide away until her anxiety blows over. However, a second reading of the note confirms that it is, indeed, an benevolent act. It makes her heart convulse in her chest, her throat seize over, and her eyes gloss. Lips curl into a rare smile as she accepts the cakes with the kind of hesitancy that might lead one to surmise that she’s been hurt one too many times (but in reality, she’s just afraid of the prospect of being hurt). } Thank you, unnie. {She says aloud, as if her companion were there with her. }