Continued from here. ♥ @the-taboo-king
"Hold on--”
The sound of hurried footsteps and the Lovers was audibly closing a door--and as soon as she did? That tension in her voice revealed itself not as restraining tears, but as holding in the kind of delighted laughter that could only mean absolutely excellent news. The Lovers all but bounded toward the bed of her hotel room before leaping onto it, landing with a bounce that matched the exhilaration she felt. Oh, her happiness knew no bounds... and so once she was settled? She was sharing her good fortune with the model that was responsible, her gaze wandering the room as she imagined what she talked about.
“She booked me--Iris van Herpen just booked me for her next shoot! And the dress, it’s gorgeous! It’s red and it’s part gossamer, part 3-D printing--”
And she cut herself off as famous eyes land upon the clock on the bedside table. It was just after one in the afternoon, so why did he sound so tire... and the obvious gaffe had her groaning, her enthusiasm deflating as she facepalmed hard enough that Gundham had to hear it. Her hand dragged down her face as she forced herself to own her mistake.
“...and I’m an idiot that forgot about the time difference. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you. I--you probably wanna go back to sleep, huh?”