#backstagebaae

GETTING DRESSED FOR YOUR FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL could prove to be a little difficult when you couldn’t even see your TRUE reflection, but . . . Yerin had it on her grandmother’s good authority that she looked fine. At least with a school uniform, there was nothing to question for sense of fashion . . . and with her curse now only seemingly effective with animals and imaginative children, she could at least have confidence that her first year would be relatively normal. It would be nice to finally go to a public school instead of being taught at home!

Their evening together is nearing an end. Nico seems to be moving in slow motion, compared to how she usually is. (her version of ‘slow motion’ might be considered normal for a normal person-- or maybe even just a notch slower than that version of normal.) But it’s not that she’s tired or anything! Being with Tino always supplies her with a sufficient enough amount of energy for any situation! When she beholds his smile in person, with her very own two eyes, her heart gallops and takes flight like a unicorn with gigantic wings! Early on, she was truly spoiled with all the time they were able to spend together. Now that he’s busy with his special project, and that they’re both busy with schoolwork, she’s beginning to realize that his absence creates a lonely gap in her unlike anything she’s ever known. (which is really saying something-- Nico and loneliness are pretty well acquainted!) It’s almost reminiscent of the sadness she felt from Honoka during the experiment-- but not quite to that extent. Just subtle brushes of it... because this is clearly what it means to miss a specific person, to wish they were around all the time. 

So she’s not tired-- but she is poking around her bowl with her chopsticks indecisively, not wanting to thoughtlessly slurp down the rest of her noodles quite yet. In the process of all this harmless poking and prodding, she realizes after a while that she has gone considerably quiet. And now Tino’s staring at her with curious, unspoken questions floating around in his eyes. 

Nico perks up with a start, as though she had just been caught snoozing during an important lecture in class. She nibbles nervously on the ends of her empty chopsticks before dropping them in her bowl. They make a clattering sound that’s just as flustered as she feels. 

❝ N-Nico isn’t waiting for her noodles to get cold or anything! ❞ Though her cheeks turn red with embarrassment, she decides to speak her mind, leaning forward as though she’s trying to defend herself. ❝ These noodles are very precious to her and she does not want them to go to waste! But, you know, an empty bowl looks kind of lonely and-- ❞

Now she’s tapping her index fingers together. Lonely bowls? Where is she going with this? 

❝ Aw, who is Nico kidding?! That’s just an excuse! ❞ She drops her face in her hands. ❝ When the noodles are all gone, we’ll leave... and once we leave we’ll say goodnight and part ways. ❞

Nico looks up again, giggling and smiling sheepishly. She makes a tiny fist with her hand and bops herself on the side of her head, as if to call herself silly. 

❝ Nico doesn’t want our night to end yet! It went by too fast. ❞

     Tuning up a acoustic guitar was a refreshing change than typically picking up a electric bass or guitar for a change. Even if she was not the one singing in this production, she was fine with that; just as please, if not even more to play in the background. Testing her chords with a random strumming beat of the strings until when a familiar sight walked pasted her.

  Offering one of the two infused water bottles she had sitting beside her; she always made sure to have one her healthy, energizing drinks in moments like this. Her face forming into a small, though still upbeat smile to the costume wearing man.

|| 愛 || :: today’s weather was beautiful. that was the first thing the SYLPH noticed with this occasion. clear sky, warm wind --- a day that she usually would spend in a park somewhere, probably underneath the TREE while finding inspiration to write a new song. today, however, the music student was seen waiting for someone at a meeting point. hands fidgeted with themselves while her expression was painted with clear nervousness.

     “ I MISS MY BOY !!! ”