#scr!pt

( * she’s momentarily caught in a swoop of severe gladness; though she’d rather see han whole, she’s simply glad to see him, to hear him, to… her face takes on the closest it can to a smile; slightly swollen eye leaving the top half asymmetrical, wired mouth and numb lower lip only allowing her to lift her upper lip in the slightest, most amiable way possible. ) mm’wired and ip soun’s wurd.  an’ ‘en people er like— ( * swallows, fingers tapping around her lips just in case--dry. ish.  alrightalrightalrightalright-- ) — ‘at? ( * makes a face, deciding to type the rest ) “and then i hav e to repeat and repeatt and repeat adn it’s not moe at all TTT!!  anyways, how are you, pretty prince????  was teh ‘yah!’ a prologue to an order??” 

( * eyes widen, brows raise as she places a hand on her chest, as if to say, ‘me?’  a hand drops to her pocket and she pulls out her phone, typing before turning the screen to face him, her own eyes peeking over it’s edge— ) “yes, illustrious han of lu? (ↀДↀ)” 

i’m not saying you don’t smell manly han! ( * pauses, wondering if she should move forward with the stream of thought threatening to pour out of her mouth. nah.  watches his face, chewing on the inside of her cheek, head tilting slightly.  oop, that feels like shit; straightens and squirms slightly ) nah.  that was probably a one time thing, i mean it sucked.  look at me.  ( * laughs, though it turns into a series of coughs ) for your reference, the floor is probably kinder.

( * she finds that this route was important—very, very important.  the character who had appealed to her the most—the shadowy, mysterious demon king—was finally beginning to open up to her and reveal layer upon layer of moe.  she couldn’t afford to fuck this up.  he had to love her. ) oh gardis— ( * she’s an idiot too sucked into her phone’s little game, into how the pile of pixels that had tried to kill her just a few hours ago was taking her to his favourite secret part of his palace—what progress!  a line of text finishes her off for the next few minutes, and she slams on her home button, slipping her phone into her pocket as she cradles her own cheeks.  looking ahead fo her, she tilts her head at the sight of an unfamiliar boy, staring at her in what appears to be horror—she looks behind her, searching for something, obviously confused, before whipping back around. ) is there something on my face? ( * o A o ) 

it's fine-- ( * slips a hand off her kneecap to pat the floor, as if to both praise and indicate its sturdiness; of how those traits are needed )--but thank you. ( * a shotgun smile, fired in part apology, part gratitude. ) that's interesting!  ( * another anecdote rests in the hollow of her mouth, leaving her lips with a slight parting, but she presses them into a line; it's another story of another person who had left.  even through medicinal mirth, the power of threes--jieun unni, ssaem, smoke, disappearing smoke--cuts through the fog and makes it hard to focus on anything other than the latter half of the tale she could present--he's gone.  like the other's he's gone, gone, gone.  inhales, careful to leave her exhalation untrembling, slicing through the silence as she runs a hand through chestnut locks ) i knew someone with the same power--but i'm guessing, since you room alone you're either way better than he was at it or extremely lucky. ( *grins; all is back to normal ladies and gentlemen, sorry for the delay! ) which one is it?

i am your neighbours! ( *giggles ) time is a social construct, we can work arooooound it ~ ( *hushes in anticipation, eyes brightening in a show of bright excitement.  holds her breath at the appearance of the orb, dark as night, only to take in a deep gasp when hyeri flicks the orb, a decorative twirl that colours in the shade she had stolen ) ...  you're nyx!  erebokinesis is lovely-- ( *practically cooing ) i'm an aerokinetic, the manipulator that takes your breath away.  ( *floats slightly and flips her hair over her shoulder, posing with a crooked grin )  

( *studies han’s face for a few seconds before her lips press into a slight pout ) guess.  at least your stuff will smell manly. ( * snickers, sinking into her headboard..  the devilish simper on her lips falls slightly, brows raising in their stead.  something cool in her stomach twists, turning belly up, then lays there ) i… uh, i fell asleep in the tub. ( * wrinkles nose ) it was like a war flashback of winter but not the good parts.

( *tired eyes curve as her lips take on an amused, but understanding smirk; she pats the other’s back ) there, there blondie.  we’ll get him out of there somehow. ( *pauses as she feels a shiver take its course, head protesting at the shake )  yessir!  ( *salutes and follows orders, floating ahead to her bed and flipping the sheets ) am i the only one feeling backstabbed by xavier here though or—?  ( *slides in, folding the blankets over her legs and patting on the mattress, offering a seat )  it’s been empty so long, i felt like there was a deal there or something.