EVERYTHING IS EMBARRASSING,
more often than not, choi jinri opted to not get pissed.
part of this is was because she found the endeavour of being genuinely angry one that was simply not economic. far too much energy would be lost, logic would be squandered and contortions brought to what was otherwise a very pretty face, making it just not worth it.
yet here she was, nursing her bruised eye with a bottle of (consolation) banana milk, bruised and bitter. the touch of the cool bottle is one that she makes tentative, hissing swears under her breath with each pat. it fucking hurt, and she was annoyed that it hurt, and even more than that, she was annoyed that she was annoyed.
suffice to say, she wasn't in a good mood. she was, however, in just the right mood to passionately smash the close button on the elevator she occupied, deadpanning as distant figure hurried her way. when a foot sneaks in, then accompanied by a leg and then body, the brunette heaves a sigh, cursing the gentle nature of the hotel complex's elevator doors, which had sprung away at the intruder's touch instead clamping down. that would've cheered her up at least.
but no, things couldn't go her way, and so it's with a mixture of annoyance and embarrassment that she offers a one-eyed glare at the infiltrator, finger still on the button.
