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Today is feeling long. āIām going to knock out, donāt talk to me for the next five yearsā long, chills running up Riverās spine at the thought of being unconscious for longer. Then again, promoting Zombie does that to you. Or is it merely the fourth professional year in the industry catching up to him? Next year will be half a decade, another five years afterā¦and then what?
Heās lost in thought this way, looking at nothing in particular. Jisung waves a hand in front of him as heās passing by, but even that much doesnāt snap him out of it. What does instead: a random voice permeating the space, addressing him. Unless thereās another River? Yāknow, alive. Itās loud, too.
āHi, yeah.ā He blinks at the colleague, eyes widening afterward to wake himself up. Giving her a once-over, he recognizes her asā¦ that one girl. Suranās groupmate? Youāve seen CROSS_OVER enough times on screen but some people stick more than others. But thatās where it ends. River stares back in deep, tired silence, waiting for her to continue whatever she had to say. Apparently some others are staring, too. Hopefully for the same reason? Because uh, what the fuck. His lips purse into a line, not quite friendly but not short of polite either. āThatās me.ā
