"Tell me why." (From Jerome to any of your muses!)
casting jerome the most irritable and hostile look she could, mirae already had told him and warned the male about his little addiction more than once. "i already told you why you can't go to paris or hawaii with us for the following photoshoots." her voice laced with threads of venom. "because at the last photoshoot i had," she began, taking a small step towards jerome, "you had to run out," she continued, another step given. "to go get your favorite cappuccinos from that stupid bakery you also frequently left your post for." with one last step, she was before jerome and pointed an index finger into his shoulder with a small push, reminding him that she was in charge. "you drank so many, i thought you wouldn't sleep for days at some point." huffing a breath with a cross of her arms, she stared up at him. "and i don't think i have to remind you about how i didn't tell my father about that particular incident. it was my decision to rule you out of the group for these trips. i'm sorry."