he slouches against the sofa inside the studio with a deep sigh, appearing defeated, deflated. his head cants to side, and though he's looking in the general direction of where eileen is, he looks through her. somewhere to the distance, beyond the bare-brick of their interior wall and the current, sketch ideas of the week duck-taped atop it. his stare: empty, insofar an onlooker would think that there's something grave that happened to him this morning, which caused all his ships to sink.
the reality is more along the lines that he's realized that even his social battery can run itself dry; especially after hours of quick flashes and subsequent explanations that no, you shouldn't be drinking anything alcoholic the moment you walk out into the mall hallways and that no, the even if it looks so tempting, you really shouldn't peel the plastic right away, even if the ink is just a single word, or just a little moon.
"you think the exit to rooftop's open?" jaewon voices his idea the exact same moment that it it manifests within his mind, putting a tinge of manifestation into the universe by doing so. surely, with the commotion, security would be more concerned with keeping the visitors in check, with safety and precaution around the amusement rides. and with the a lot more luck, his question would have a positive answer. "we can grab burgers and something to drink. i think my head is going to explode. shit."
with it (and some exaggeration), he drags his hands down his face. groans, too, just to make sure she really gets the extent of his woes.
a pause.
"the most i'll do is bumper cars, by the way. don't even think of the pang-pang."
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