JINU , ꜝꜝ “ uh - oh. somebody cut the cake. i told them to wait for you, but they did it anyway. — ₍ @jinusa ₎
the joint post - show celebration had started without her, much to her own fault. a water demon had started spilling out from the women's bathroom when she took her break for a breather. and it took even longer to get the bottom half of her skirt dried using the small hand dryer — an awfully scandalous position, bound to land her in the hot seat of the worst magazines had anyone walked in. dispatch would have a field day. and now, she was watching as huntrix's cake — literally, huntrix's cake, decorated in their signature logo and color, their literal faces printed over the cake — had already been cut. specifically, just the portion where her face was messily cut out in the shape of an attempted circle. slender digits balled into fists at her side as she stared at jinu, this wretched demon, flaunt around as though he did not pose the biggest risk to everyone here. “ right. ” eyes flickered toward the cake again, and then the corner of his mouth where, what she could only assume to be icing, was smeared. “ not enough that you have to steal our fans' souls but you're stealing our cake now ? it just gets worse with you assholes, doesn't it ? ” she practically stomped over to where the saja boys' cake was on the adjacent table, and used a fork to stab into jinu's tiny printed face and shoved the forkful of it into her mouth. perhaps too big a slice, her cheeks puffed as she spat out, “ as expected, your cake sucks. ”
