lamiesia
Lucky as always, that’s what Amelia was, or at least she pretended to be. She could fall over in an instant and be sprawled over the floor, with cups of coffee strewn all over, but she never did. Normally she would use a bit of magic and it would be as right as rain; however, this was not the case this time–no, quite the opposite. Here she was, face planted down to the floor, legs stretched out as though she was about to do the splits at any given moment and still she had that ridiculous smile on her lips that she always wore. People had turned to stare in the coffee shop, as it was quite the spectacle and Amelia had pushed herself up from the ground, noticing that her outfit had brown stains all over the front. Groaning in frustration, she stretched her muscles, finding they hurt all over due to the fall. She didn’t notice the gash on her knee at first, and when she touched the injury, she found herself wincing. The pain was not at all unbearable, it only stang when she touched it and rather, she was more annoyed with the fact that she would have a bruise most likely. She was met with an unfamiliar voice and turned her head to the user. There she saw a pretty female—and rather familiar—and Amelia grabbed a hold of the band aid that she offered, bending down to place the plaster on her knee. “Thank you for that, miss…” She trailed, pretending that she did not know her name–but oh she did.
The other’s fall had caught her attention – it was usually Sojin who took everyone’s eye with displays of clumsiness, and, as such, she felt instant sympathy for the other woman. But, because when she fell she always prayed (though to gods she didn’t quite believe in) that no one would point out the mishap, she kept quiet… until she noticed the little droplets of blood that trickled down the other’s knee. The gash wasn’t large, but she figured that, since she always had band-aids on hand (they were all too useful for an idol who was supposed to dance for as long as she did in practice sessions), she could offer the other her help. The desire to block the blood out would probably overpower the shame for her. Besides… the other didn’t seem all that ashamed either way.
She held the plaster out for the other woman, a little smile curving her lips upwards at the thanks, although the way her sentence trailed off brought a little gasp to her lips: admittedly, she wasn’t all that used to introducing herself, now that she was a public figure, and she always felt just a little bit awkward when she was reminded that she had missed doing so. “Sojin.” The other’s wording would have probably asked for a last name, but she hated the formality of that, really. She was on a first name basis with almost everyone, even when they were nearly half her age. “Are you alright…? I mean, does it hurt a whole lot?”
