@chansungk , you’re lucky i figured out your insane, ironic punishment before anyone got killed. ... “ 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 call 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒄𝒆 ! ”
her brows are knitted, a pout formed over rosy petals — how dare he interrupt her ! it’d taken enough out of her to track down the pesky human that’d scratched her car while she was eating, and while she knew she couldn’t hurt them without vanishing herself, it didn’t mean she couldn’t get justice through other means. she’d enlisted yu - na, orchestrating the entire thing to make it so this despicable man would perish as she deemed fit. a marching band, bubbles, glue, glitter ... she’d seen it on t.v. at one point. “ insane ? insane ?! ” her octaves rise as she questions him, anger heavily evident in her tone. man - wol knew that zeroth choice would foil her plans and took so much care as to ensure his lack of involvement ... was it seon - bi ?! it had to be, he spends far too much of his time gossiping with their manager.
they’re standing in the middle of a deserted field, all participating members dispersed so that it was just the two of them. and the gallon of glitter clinging to man - wol’s figure. “ this was not insane, this was meticulously put - together. and for good reason, you can’t just damage someone’s precious belongings and expect to get away with it — ” and she starts coughing, having inhaled flickers of glitter. in her fit, she reaches out to slap his chest, knowing the sticky substance would get on his suit. “ koo chan - sung. you annoy me deeply. ”
