🎒 drop it
@ccminghao
The girl was never clumsy. She was a dance major, after all, and her feet were always supposed to keep in place or else the whole routine could end up dead. She was a magical girl, too, and a single misstep could lead to someone else’s death. Funny to think so many things could die because of a single trait. Though she didn’t carry it herself, Jisoo couldn’t help but trip on thin air as she walked towards the nearest coffee shop, falling knees first on the ground below her.
Thank god for pants as her jeans saved her skin from any scratches, though didn’t really help with her ego as it diminished in front of too many eyes staring at the fallen angel. Warhammer fell right off her shoulder and a few feet away. Jisoo had just left home and didn’t bother placing it on a safe position, making it the one situation karma was looking for. As unfortunate events could only get more unfortunate her notebook and journal both decided to fly out towards the streets, the pencil case following right behind them. It was, of course, opened, and her colorful pens decided to break free from their containment.
The girl didn’t try reaching out for anything as pencils teased falling down the storm drain. Jisoo simply kept kneeled down in pure defeat. In the end it wasn’t a card, or maybe a stupid familiar who caught her - but the air. Her hands slowly turned into firsts, ready to scream in frustration about how much time she would have to spend getting every single pencil from the dirty street while random people would be looking at her like some lamentable soul. Why did she even carry so many pencils around, anyway? But it was only until a shadow appeared in front of her, ready to help, that she decided to let go of such anger. Rile pushed her hair away so her eyes could see who it was, and she couldn’t help containing a grateful smile.
















