#occisvr

“Ya know, for someone who looks dead, you run away pretty fast, and are even faster at dodging my questions. No offense, but you’re being an ass, ‘cause if I didn’t care, I would leave you alone.” Whether it was her care for him, or her care for her overwhelming curiosity, she figured it was probably both and didn’t want to debate which was dominant over the other.

        ❅        Many would feel sick, faced with this amount of blood, nearly stepping into it, her feet stopped at the edge, just outside the room, having faced many wounds, stupid idiots thinking it was fun, shooting a person, missing the aim, idiots never again allowed at the shooting range, idiots playing around with hunting knives, driving them down their own legs, screaming in pain afterwards. She had grown apathic, used to it after too long, faced with it often, whenever delivering something to the nursery, taking along the stuff her mother had requested.         "Some people do it", she only said, gazing at him, down at his arm, watching water wash away blood, trying to see the cut, judge the wound. "Shall I help you?"

As a dancer, Chanmi was rarely a clumsy person but she did have a habit of bumping into strangers as she daydreamed while walking down the street. "I'm okay, just a little in shock from the bump... I should really look where I'm going," she bows her head apologetically towards the male.

Silence fell among the two. Hyeonu only stared at him as if she was trying to read through his facial expression. “I find that hard to believe.” Despite disagreement she relaxes in her seat, arm propped on the armrest so her chin could rest in her palm. “However, I will go along with it for now and with that being said why are you overworking yourself when you can’t handle it? I feel like you’re trying to be like me expect it’s showing in your eyes because of all the dark circles.” She shook her head while clicking her tongue a few times. “Not a good look for you.”

        ❅           There was silence upon his question, an expressionless face, the inability to speak after her trance of watching him. Feelings for ballet were conflicted, she wanted it so much, unable to dance, not after what had happened some years ago. Which lead back to his question, his fitting remarks rendering her speechless for the moment, hesitation a feeling she was often a victim to. "I guess I was waiting for them", she finally said, slowly, as if she weren't too sure of her words herself, eyes only avoiding his to skip over his appearance once more, unable to look away for too long, raised to think of it as weakness, that looking away would spill secrets. "You have a good form, it was pretty to watch."