#ikeunji

｡･:*:･ﾟ★  to say that sage was struggling to get through the day was an understatement. it seemed like she was dealing with one disaster after the next, and the only thing she could look forward to besides going home was the forty five minutes that she could sit in a corner of the styling room and scarf down her lunch undisturbed. just her fucking luck, that peace didn’t last for very long before the door swung open, footsteps following inside. she was intent on just ignoring the presence until she was done with her break, but as they approached closer to her area (and sage actually looked up to see who it was), she decided to speak up. “no, nuh uh. move,” she commanded with a wave of her hand, not even allowing the actress the chance to open her mouth before sage deemed that she had nothing good to contribute. “i don’t even care what you have to say. save it for tomorrow. i’m busy.”