chayoung : vincenzo cassano !
she arrives the way she always does —-- as a force . as a storm in expensive clothes , iced americano in one hand as she all but saunters through the doors of jipuragi . call of his name is not a warning , is not spoken in anger [ ... ] simply an announcement of arrival , declaration of just how well she slept the night before . she slides up to desk father once occupied ( he did not die there , seated behind the wood , but sometimes she still sees traces of his blood on the edge , on the drawer handles ) settles in the chair with a motion that has it turning on the wheels so she faces him . she takes a drink as if daring him to make a comment on choice of beverage .
chayoung , straw between her teeth even as she smiles : i'd offer you a sip but i don't want to offend your delicate taste buds .
ft. @consigleire , vincenzo cassano : sc