in her mind’s eye, she sees a ridiculous little caricature of a ballerina, their light snuffed out by a evil warty shadow witch. it’s stupid-- there’d been no casualties in the south, not that she’d heard of, anyway. @wxbitna was alive, probably safe, and most definitely just ignoring her because she was mad at jihyun.
she sinks cookies into milk, nervously crunching and getting crumbs all over their couch, half-expecting bitna to materialise out of thin air and yell at her for taking her mug-- which, by the way, jihyun’d bought, thank you very much!
say song bitna thrice, and she’ll appear in the mirror.
except jihyun just gets a ‘k. eta 5min’ message.
she books it from their dorm to the southeast courtyard in 5 minutes flat, still clutching the mug she’d brought with her in her hurry. hair blowing madly around her face as she watches the hovercraft land, the passengers disembark, all of them looking more worn than the other.
the minute jihyun catches a glimpse of bitna, she flings the oreomug, and then, herself in the other’s direction, a “FUCKING BITCH!” bitna’s only heads up.
