#inchvate

“uh, are y’sure? last time i was tryin’ to show you how to build your god damn desk. an’ what did y’do?” she narrows her eyes, using two fingers to point at her eyes before pointing them back at sena. “y’weren’t listenin’. i asked you if y’knew what to do, y’said yeah, an’ then proceeded to work on the part you had been workin’ on for a good hour. tsk... tell me that isn’t clueless with a straight face on.” hyejung groans, licking her ice cream and averting her attention from sena for a moment. she didn’t want to get into a stupid argument while they were hanging out. today was a good day, no need for it to get ruined. then again, good days can always turn bad but it could always be turned upside down after that. this is why opposites exist. “how.. how ‘bout now? what’s goin’ on now?”

“Well... me... because how can I be any prettier than this?” It was a rhetorical question that slipped her lips as she grinned to herself. Yeah, call her cocky and whatnot, it’s just how she feels. Perhaps, the girl didn’t quite grasp her sarcasm before. “Confidence is always the key to beauty, don’t you think?”

“it was cute though... how you were worried about me. never thought i’d see the day.”

The hint of sadness in his voice was prominent by the time the woman spoke. They were getting close to a familiar place, where Yoohae would go to when he was lonely, especially when he's sad like he is now. Being the quiet one when with one person, it felt odd to him that he was now showing signs of happiness, being talkative with someone new in his life. Though Sena wasn't truly a foreign person to him, he felt like they could have great conversations, though this one wasn't a really good one. He sighs and rubs the back of his nape. 'Hm, I guess old people have their way to show that they don't want their stuff taken from them.' He shrugs. ' You know what? Food sounds good-- since I've been deprived of food, by my own grandmother.' He frowns, rubbing his tummy.  'Where in Hongdae district are we going today?'

Vartouhi bit her bottom lip, eyes frantically darting around the room to take in the expressions and body language of every person present. Even more worrisome, were the people swaying as they stood, gripping their red cups too loosely. “...I... admittedly would not know. I’ve never thrown a party before.” It wasn’t a complete lie--after all, back on Balah, she had never had to prepare a celebration almost entirely on her own. With an anxious huff, she whined, “If the point of a housewarming party is to help the host feel more at home in their new living space, then why do I feel so uncomfortable? Or is that only temporary?”

Whilst the younger was focused on the blank papers before her, Micha had been focusing on using a practice CPR doll to practice one of the techniques that she’d struggled with. She had to perfect this specific technique before the exam on Friday and that was in two days. She hadn’t realised the female had been paying attention to other things as Micha was paying attention to her own work. “Oh uhm this technique.. It has a strange name,” she chuckles pointing to the piece of paper she was using as a guideline to actually do the technique. “It’s really... difficult.”

Not feeling intimidated by the woman was impossible for him, he wasn’t quite sure why, maybe it was the way she carried herself or the tone of her voice, but something about Sena made him feel small and almost uncomfortable. It was like every word that came out of her mouth was to scold JJ. “No-- of course no, I was just wondering if it wasn’t too late to eat.”  As a reflex action he ran his fingers through his hair, nervous he could make her upset.