☆ Echo Girl ☆

          He has to admit– he’s still not entirely new to the whole ‘movie’ business. It’s a whole other beast compared to the stage of the theatre, and even though they hold similarities their differences are so much greater. He’s made a name for himself, sure, but he’s still the rookie here;; any and all help he can get, he’ll take and store in his mind for when he’s practicing lines later or figuring out how he can exactly portray the emotions the moment needs– a camera angle is much different than a sea of eyes, after all. So when he begins to make friends with the other cast members and staff, it’s a very much appreciated step in the right direction.

          There’s one cast member, however, that doesn’t particularly get on with him very well, though he’s not surprised, and– ah. Speak of the devil, he thinks;; the laugh he’s having with his friends dies down quickly as they turn to her, though his answer holds anything but hostility in its tone– after all, that’s what she would want, isn’t it? To get a rise out of him? That’s what everything had been for those years ago– and while he had (somewhat) allowed himself to find peace, it still irked something within him that he dared not touch on (lest his infamous temper get the best of him after so long).

          ❝ Ah, Kyungju, ❞ he says, knows exactly what he’s doing using her real name as he is–

          ❝ The director called me in to shoot today. I am on this movie too, you know.❞

if it were an anime ( just like one of those ghibli films ) echo’s hair would poof up as she puffed out her cheeks. except, this isn’t one of those things. of course, echo absolutely despised her real name. it was ugly and not cute at all, anyone who dared call her that would be fired right on the spot, if she could’ve she’d have fired Zen before he was even casted, ( keep your cool echo... ) 

                “…. Your voice is so irritating…”

    He groans softly. It was a wonder that anyone listened to her, and he gives a shake of the head. Whatever it was she had said, he found little to no interest in it. Had it been some rumor? He refused to react. Instead, he only stares at her, blue eyes intense as he reties faded cyan locks.

             “Look, the innocent thing? It works when girls are cute.               Not obnoxious.”