there was nothing quite like landing in a late night diner on a week day. it was as if time was stopped and altered entirely during times like this. it was the kind of vibe that seemed to mesh well with the drifting characteristics that sangmi seemed to embody. sitting in a booth, her fingers nursing a hot mug of what she could only call semi-decent coffee, her gaze focused itself on the other in front of her, knowing full well that if he asked to go to the bathroom at some point, it would be to shove more white powder up his nose.
—— ❛ so, aside from the grouchy episode you had at the beginning of practice, how do you think it went? i feel like we did better than last time, but i swear someone keeps playing off key and i’m ready to launch a full investigation of who keeps ruining our music. ❜
( @mnsungs )
