#babbl.e

In a rush to get home before traffic got at its worse, Esom dashed through the streets of lively Seoul, making her way down to the nearest and fastest bus stop that would take her to her beloved home. At times like these, she did not have much trust in cab drivers. More often than not, she would rather walk home. It was fortunately faster. Frantically, she ended up bumping into several people. One being a young, pretty girl. "Ah, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry—"

아직도 꿀리지 않아 yes I’m a pretty boy

Certainly, sir. Quite the jester.

Does that make you part-time witch?

Why are you like this? I suppose you're the court's jester, am I right?

Too cute, Harajuku. I feel it in my kokoro. -she  grins cheekily- Don't leave me behind, okay? Even if at times I am a straggler. 

She came back into reality as her eyes fixated upon the girl before her. Ah, she knew her. Not personally, though she would not mind changing that. "Hello, Jennie-ssi."