#mi-ri.

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@pragerstrasse

she knows her presence here was surprising, sprawled on the chair usually occupied by one mr. nam. (what is it he calls his bicycle? she ponders as she chews.) it isn’t even a question as to what she should do next. either to distract him, or win him over, she doesn’t quite know, herself. perhaps it is both. mi-ri extends the remains of the twizzler in his direction, other hand twirling a lock of silky hair. “ try it. “

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@consigleire said: it doesn’t worry me all that much.

winter light.

hands once folded in her lap untangle. she waits until he his eyes are averted, down to the magazine he’d taken to looking through. silently, as miss seo always does things silently, she shuffles over on slippered feet. 

she doesn’t bend. she doesn’t have to, at this vantage point. index finger slowly ... slowly inches towards the shallow cut on his forehead. with her finger hovering directly above it, she can feel the heat, she half-whispers, “ i have band-aids. “