cinderelly
The scent of coffee escapes from the two cups that are firmly held by Yujin’’s slender hands. She walks along the tapered hallway, silently contemplating that she shouldn’t have wasted her money on coffee–but hey, she feels a little bit rich today, or a little sweeter than she actually is.
The sunlight looms through the windows, with a mix of stress, anxiety, and all around contentment of Ever After High that decorates the walls as they often do–yet they all settle about wasting time, and that’s what the Gumiho is doing now. Well, it sometimes becomes a routine, bugging her favorite professor unnie from time to time.
She doesn’t really knock against the office door, and rather barges in like it’s her own home.
“Good afternoon-- unnie”
she greets, smile so bright it can be caught by the sun.