* / @mal8te sent : that’s a spatula. ♤
“ it'll still hurt like a regular whip. ” or at least she hoped it would. not that she'd know the difference. for show, she purposely slaps the end over the marble counter of the dorm kitchen, the sound practically through the space. lucy is not particularly the best to joke with, her threats always taking a turn for reality and now she's seething, stance set like a predator ready to pounce. “ it's literally ... ” head peers to the left to read the analog clock behind malee, “ four in the morning. official curfew was six hours ago. ” curfew was only a suggestion in every idol's eyes : more so a trap than anything. will you be lazy and sleep, or will you do exactly as the company expects and work yourself to the bone, while still finding a way to prevent dark circles ? she knows if she speaks any louder she would wake the rest of the members and that was another set of chaos she is not willing to sit through. it's less about malee practically breaking into their own dorm, but more about the potential backlash of what she was doing prior. lucy knows her well enough to sense it wasn't taking up space in the dance room, or even sneaking into the cafeteria. hand is outstretched in false playfulness as she gestures her to come closer, “ come here so i can hit you. ”
