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[Eun doesn't change her appearance. She's still dressed in her stark blacks, still very much a demon from head to toe when she finally emerges from the bedroom. Maybe it's telling that she still feels the need to feel protected or guarded around him, but at this point Eun would rather cling to whatever will make her feel like she can get through the next thirty minutes or so.
Her movements are a little stiff as she heads from her room to the kitchen. Breathing in quietly, she crosses over to where Jae sorts through tea, plucks out a red tea for herself, and then backs away. He's going to make things and she...she is just going to let him. Taking a seat on a stool at the island, she lets her forearms rest on the counter and for the sake of her own comfort stares down at her nails as if debating when she ought to get them manicured once more. So many little things are telling of her discomfort, but she is there all the same, hoping that if she can get through this conversation quickly and without too much humiliation, it may never come up again.
Again, she does not say anything, deciding the silence is easier and not willing to open up the conversation, especially as it may imply a willingness to divulge anything about what he walked in on.]
I swear that I'm all right again, hope is in my veins - Post a comment
And I swear that I'm okay, someone take me home