#sorasfm

       while the two girls may have shared a similar style of upbringing, they couldn’t have been more opposite when it came their attitudes on life. nell was a soul that never took anything to heart and often seemed like she worked hard but played even harder, which was true. she sacrificed plenty to get to where she wanted to be so when life gave her the opportunity to live and embrace life, she never gave it a second thought. 

        sora, however, was damn near impossible to get to loosen up and stop thinking about consequences or her image. nell didn’t fault her. oh no, idols lived and died by their images and sora was the princess of flora but what good was a throne if you couldn’t enjoy life? that’s where the platinum blonde came in. “soraaaaaaa~” came her voice, her tone light and melodic. “you better open up or i’m gonna break the door down.” she knew sora couldn’t say no to her face. she was much too good at puppy eyes to be told no.

     “get ready, girlie! we’re going drinking!” she cheered once they came face to face. 

chiheon tried to shake the feeling of goosebumps erupting on his skin as the air conditioning in his dressing room seemed to have kicked into high gear. he drew his shoulders inward, trying to warm himself up some, as he flipped through the pages of an old punisher comic. he’d lent his sweatshirt to sora earlier, as they were the two who had been tapped for this promotional event. he’d been a bit warm beneath the taipei sun, so it had been a different situation then. he wondered for a moment whether maybe she’d been able to find something else since they’d arrived at the venue. he figured it was worth a shot to investigate the inquiry, and he headed out into the hallway in search of the other’s room. once he found it, the door was already open, so he assumed that entry was acceptable. he heard talking from inside, and as he rounded the corner, he found sora seemingly streaming on some platform. he knew he was already clearly visible in the doorway, so there was no point in giving up now. he saw that his sweatshirt was draped over a nearby chair, so he awkwardly headed over to grab it, trying and failing to remain out of frame of sora’s camera. by the time he’d made it back to the door, he knew things were already likely unfixable, so he simply turned back towards the broadcast with an awkward smile. “ uh ... i’m sorry, “ he mumbled, bowing in embarrassment.