ackalo:
― i can’t wait for evelynn to eat akane. // with @agonyled | s.c.
it’s WEIRD, to say the least, that she’s visiting such an extravagant apartment fit for idols when she herself wouldn’t ever dream of becoming one. not that she’s against her twin’s decisions, of course, though part of her does worry about akali. the life of a popstar just seemed so busy, and she’s seen many videos and read a number of news about the stupid rapper almost fainting during concerts due to overwork, something akane will make sure to scold her sister about when they finally see each other ー except, she isn’t home.
maybe she should have sent a text asking akali for her schedule after all. had she done so, then maybe she wouldn’t be here right now, seated on an expensive looking leather sofa, both of her hands on her lap as she sits stiff and awkward. and it’s impossible not to be awkward when there’s a diva in the same room you’re in.
her, a mere martial artist ( and somewhat of a youtuber, although she only really makes videos out of akali’s demands that she does so ), in the same room as THE evelynn, the diva of k/da. she could almost throw up from nervous.
small talks, she whispered to herself. she needed to make small talks, otherwise the whole living room would only be drowned with a very suffocating atmosphere.
❛ s-so… no work today? ❜ perfect. something casual. akane could almost pat her own back for the job well done.
SHE PAYS HER OWN ATTENTION -- eyes hidden behind glasses reflecting light && keeping visibility low for whoever wished to see inside -- not entirely caring nor uncaring; somewhere caught between a void of apathy && curiosity.
of course twins exist -- that isn’t the oddity -- just that she shares the face of the rapper in her group && yet carries such a different feeling from her. an awkwardness that begs to be played with as she just sits there -- stiff in contrast to akali’s usual behaviour.
the diva places her phone down, legs crossing as one hand raises to pull her glasses down below her eyes with golden claws. it’s an odd air as she lets the question hang there -- gold eyes looking her over for a moment before sitting back again.
❝ no. i’d call it a personal day, i suppose. akane, wasn’t it? ❞
oh, this one is severely amazing at small talk -- it’s endearing && amusing the way she tries. && at the very least she is easy on the eyes -- perhaps in a differing way than akali was. more muscle? couldn’t complain. the siren just leans forward slightly again -- grin taking her lips over as she watches her.
❝ && what brings you here, darling? you do know akali is out, hm? ❞
