aoki imojen is a lesson in turbulence, a person made for chaos and feed on the howling winds. they speak in storms; she in poison, and like a ticking time bomb, it was only a matter of time before the substance runs its course. in times such as tonight, when the storm meets the calm, imojen finds a place for refuge. they say you shouldn’t make a home out of people, she tried— she is trying, but imojen wouldn’t be known for who she was by acting docile. “you do know me very well,” she agrees, and if it were any consolidation, he mentions a song she had played the bass along with once in her apartment. she’d then realize how often they spent time together— built foundation piece by piece, and scarily enough, imojen would crash and burn with it if she didn’t handle matters with care as she usually does. “oh yeah? well, you listen to whatever i listen to, is that because you adore me?” she added, tone teasing.
looking up from the cup of beer in hand, imojen rolls her eyes playfully at iseul’s claim. “apparently, people need their ears checked,” she joked while completely falling for iseul’s comic performance, a feeling she had grown accustomed to with him around. there had always been an essence of comfort with iseul, that no matter the words and quips said, they don’t find the need to read too much into it. “82, not bad.” imojen had considered to aim for a score lower than iseul’s just to compensate for the drinks, but as she clicked on to choosing a dance track, her competitive nature clouding the judgment. “well, don’t just stay still, dance with me.” and with that, she began singing.
just as soon as iseul gets comfortable imojen is forcing him back up , nearly spilling his second drink all over his shirt in the process . quick to finish it and follow her instructions plastic cup is tossed effortlessly into the trash and a few fries are shoved into his mouth for good measure . not much of a dancer but not lacking in enthusiasm iseul turns up the volume just a bit more to drown out the future embarrassment at his mediocre moves .
acting as more of a hype man than back up vocalist iseul echoes her words with a tenacity only beer could provoke . it’s easy to get lost in the moment , iseul discovers , though maybe not much of a discovery at all . he’s found himself appreciating these little memories more and more with each one made , each tucking itself into the files of his brain for those moments when he could use a burst of inspiration . “ alright , let’s see that score . ” embarrassingly out of breath from a bunch of nothing , bright red cheeks are covered by larger hands and squished from the smile plastered on his face .
