( 🌙 . ⛧ 밤비 ( @bambbles ) ➡ 근원 )
“hey, wait a second,” he prompts, monolids blinking rapidly with the rising dawn of a sudden realization. “back up a sec. who’d you say your step-mom was best friends with in high school?”
the leisurely conversation takes place on a late afternoon, which slowly spills into evening as the last lights in the sky burn reddish in hue. haelin’s life could be seen as rather dull by some, for he is most often in one of three places - his apartment, the studio ( or a studio of some kind, but his studio is practically as sacred as his bedroom ), or the practice building. granted, there are slivers of time where he may be spotted elsewhere on a given day, but most likely, more than half of his life has taken place between the points of this triangle ... aside from what of it he’s pouring his soul out in front of an audience or camera.
bambi had joined him upon her own suggestion and of course, the redhead saw no issue there. he isn’t doing much now besides playing with the soundboard; leisurely trying to thread together something that sounds decent - but it’s all experimental, which is why he can dedicate a good portion of his focus to their conversation.
“you said her name was minah, right? was her surname park?” comes the third question of the day, and truly he hasn’t realized how many he’s been asking, nor how rudely he’d interjected, forcibly halting bambi’s story - which had most likely been her step-mother’s, originally.
“yo ... i think our moms were best friends.”
