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“ positive that this is the best idea . you’ll get to appreciate the art more when it’s just you and there are no pretentious people nodding and going hmmm ” she places a hand on her chin as she strokes her imaginary beard , a soft hum resonating against her pursed lips . “ even though they don’t really get the story behind it ” she continued . climbing over the fence was a walk in the park for her . though her limbs may be short , it gave no hindrance or disadvantage for the task . years of climbing up tress with her brothers proves to be useful after all . “ don’t be too dramatic . we’re not going to get arrested ” she rolls her eyes and was about to advance with her steps but stops at the other’s sudden change in tone . “ what ? what ? ” she anxiously asks as she looks around . “ oh , i am ? ” she looks down to check on herself . “ what is this ? ” she asks the other . “ what am i supposed to do with a sticker ? ” eyebrows furrows . “ i’m fine . don’t worry about it ” she wipes the blood off on her shirt . “ see ? it’s GONE . it’s just a scratch . keep your sticker . put it on your notebook or something instead . now , come’on before the guard wakes up ” she grabs the other by the collar of his shirt and stealthily pass the guard . “ i wonder if we can still a small painting then sell it . we’re already here . what do you think ? ”
“a-are you sure?” ilsung, the poor lad, could do nothing but hopelessly skitter after her, trying to comprehend what she’s going over so nonchalantly at midst his heart racing relentlessly against his ribcage, thrumming in his ears. he’s not exactly the purest of the bunch - he’s done his fair share of crimes in the past - but to expose himself to danger so directly, solely for the fun of it with no guaranteed reward in return? with his absolute lack of stealth and the gracefulness of a headless chicken? the end doesn’t bode well with him. “but-” he hopelessly tries to interrupt, but it’s obvious - there’s no going back now. he could only watch as joey wipes off her injury and leaves an evident blood stain on her shirt, blanching momentarily before his internalized (well, it’s not so internal, he’s on the verge of a heart attack, at this rate) panic is interrupted by his best friend yanking him along to bypass the guard. he almost drops his poor bandaid in the process, and he struggles with trembling hands to remove the seal and reach for her wrist to plant it over the injury while walking. it stays, although wonky. “just in case,” is all he says in a stammer. “what- we’re not going to steal a painting!” he exclaims, although hushed, very unwilling to wake the sleeping guard up as they’re making a run for the entrance. “that will definitely get us arrested, and we’ll lose our remaining years of livelihood to rotting behind bars and crying.... b-but that’s what i think.” he ends that meekly. “no stealing, please. we’ll just have a peek and go. please?”














