#m0tives

one day she’d turn him away. leela had hopes that it would have been tonight, but the moment her eyes land on the semi-congealed blood on his temple, the fresh trickle from his nostril, the urge to do so dissipates ( though annoyance remains ). she doesn't even bother answering his question, instead pulls the door open a little wider to usher him inside. "you have got to stop doing this." gesturing for him to sit in one of the empty chairs around the kitchen table, the slightly damp dishtowel in her hand moving to gently catch whatever remained of his nosebleed. "you're going to get yourself seriously hurt one of these days."

"you're calling my date a creep?" the words punctuated with a sneer, purposefully ignorant. not as vapid as most would assume, jasmin was well aware of the way some spoke about her. that was just a normal side effect of her status. but that was her problem to deal with ( to ignore ), not theirs. "you think i should be thanking you?" she didn't need — no, didn't want yubin stepping in for her. not when the lines between them were so blurry. "i didn't ask for your help, in fact i don't want it. not when you've made it clear you don't want anything to do with me."

“i doubt my manager would’ve hired you if he’d known how bad for business you’d be.” seoah smirks, her amused gaze meeting yubin’s, a fondness lacing her teasing voice. “ten more minutes?” she pleads playfully, wanting to wrap up her work properly though she knows there’s a chance her distraction will remain in the way, the lingering touch of the other stirring something hungry within her. “ten more minutes then i’m all yours.”

"how have you survived this long by yourself?" harin can't help but let out a small, sympathetic laugh — not at them necessarily but at the situation they've found themself in.

there were plenty of things on her mind when she called him — how she regretted the stupid fight the moment it’s over, missed him the second he was gone, yet all words evade her now as she looks at him through blurry lens, the world around her swimming in a hazy watercolor. “always?” she hums, her voice slurred, a warm, honeyed drawl as she drapes her arms lazily around him, his warmth a welcomed contrast from the wintry cold that nips at her exposed skin. “that’s a big word, mikah.” the scent of his cologne, familiar and addictive, fills her senses, a source of comfort that she instinctively leans onto.

"what are you hanging around a graveyard for?" mireya tries to sound nonchalant but ultimately she just sounds annoyed. them being here is ruining her vibe — though, she's curious enough not to snap at them completely in order to scare them off. she always gets a little touchy when she's hungry.

"a kissing scene!" ahra points out, the emphasis likely not necessary but she has to poke fun at it. if she doesn't then she might start thinking about it too hard in a way that gets even more into her head. it's difficult enough making eye contact with jiyoon as it is. "you really don't think it's a big deal?"

she tries to be discreet as she slides the plate with the complementary slice of pie across the table. the patron has been there for well over an hour, continually saying that they would be joined shortly by the second party, but no one has showed up and the crestfallen expression on their face indicates to leilani that they have been set up for disappointment. “on the house,” she mentions casually with a tight grin. "would you like to close your tab or...” he restaurant is far from busy, and she doesn’t mind continuing to keep them company if they want to remain stubborn and stick around. she was set to be the first cut for the night, so she doubts she’ll be around much longer herself.