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@seulgirk
chorong doesn’t need a watch or the digital glare of her cell phone screen to sense time ticking away second by second. it’s not that the lecture is a boring one-- in fact, she’s rather amused at the revelation of trainees so passionate about their opinions that they’re now made public examples of ( call it the sadistic side of her that enjoys their suffering a bit too much )-- but there’s a largely wistful part of chorong longing for them to actively participate in this workshop rather than simply listening to the hypothetical.
well, at least she’s got seulgi. finding the other girl as soon as the doors opened had been a stroke of divine luck and chorong smoothly claimed the spot beside the younger chit with all rights due to her as the older unnie in charge. chorong had folded her knees up, heels perched on the edge of her seat, and kept her arms comfortably there for the duration of the lecture. an undignified sitting position, but chorong hardly cared as the instructors showed an equal lack of interest in scolding anyone other than the martyrs up front. at a lull in the instruction, chorong’s attention waned enough to tilt her head in seulgi’s direction. “coffee after this,” she whispers to the other.
