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plastic bags line her arms, marking temporary indents in her skin. she’s walking a little unsteadily with the added weight, tipping ever so slightly to the left, then right, just to balance it all a little.
she had been thrilled when siwoo called. sorry for his failed dinner, perhaps, but pleased she could offer her services to someone. where she’d come from, everyone had been very loving – in english, they’d be referred to as a community. not just in name, but in spirit – it was impossible to disregard another of their own; they lived by lifting each other. making meals for each other was a given. however, this was not the way of the humans, she had observed. they lived in tiny, little boxes, isolated from each other. they interacted when they had to – when they needed to order food, when they had to pay at the cashier. then, they retreated back to their little boxes.
no, houses weren’t even a thing back in her home. the concept of space was that there was none at all; no physical separation of any sort. so, she had been thrilled to be invited into someone else’s little box, a grasp at the warmth of a community she once had. this was perhaps as close as the humans got – friends. they treated friends with much warmth, and she wanted to experience that, too.
but then she realised: she didn’t know how to cook. not human food, anyway.
she didn’t want to admit that, though, because then when would she be invited into the little box ever again? besides, she figured she could figure stuff out, maybe distract siwoo and use her magic. never mind that her magic has been wonky ever since she’s been on earth.
she’s a bit out of breath by the time she reaches the door, having brisk-walked her way over. she raises her arm and knocks sharply on the door, lifting both arms when it opens. “i’ve bought some groceries,” solhyun says pleasantly. “to make up for the lost dinner!”