Completing the para that is entitled "Fragmented Eggshells", done with Naeun.
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The deed was left half-complete like a careless afterthought, found potentially stark with the door ajar. Naeun stared after the young brunette, who merely returned to the artistic eggshells, baffled. She was a stranger that drew nigh to the room, with the unfortunate incident of clumsiness marking their meet. Even so, surely she deserved more attention than the amount given to her.
Naeun hastily corrected herself. Had she been the other girl, perhaps the same perfunctory yet stoic greeting would have been performed. Images flickered the mind as she was reminded of how immersed she could be in the artistic realm, where any unexpected interruption was met with an untamed scowl.
Cheeks flushed with colour. Now, that could be considered rude. With the smallest of sighs the door drew shut.
"Hello, then," quipped Junhee, noticing that Naeun chose to remain. "I suppose you'd have your hand at these."
Had it been any other stranger, Naeun would be wary of the offer that appeared out of place. Yet this girl, she sensed, was one that did not trapeze within ordinary conventions. Quiet she was, but the owlish gaze that held was one that perceived intelligently.
Before long, the eggshells were painted in brilliant shades, and the reason behind these were teased out. It had to do with charity and the raising of funds for the poor.
"Your guitar," began Naeun with a slight protest before clamping her mouth shut lest she appeared foolhardy. It was decidedly true that she doubted how painted eggshells would raise monetary assets when a street performance could garner greater attention. Junhee merely blinked, before the end of a lip curled.
"Perhaps, but not quite."
Even as the handicraft was finished, with the young brunette complimenting the other sincerely, Naeun sensed the depth of multiple emotions that drifted in the other's mind. She wondered what made her feel hollow despite having the gentle moonlight radiating out of that half-smile.
Naeun, she shrugged at the rather personal notions attaching themselves to the acquaintance and eventually eft them rusted in the backroom.
Oh, the things she didn't know of Choi Junhee.