only human
as beautiful as the sea, glistening so dangerously. oh, we're human - @idmilo, prompt ( radio show guesting ).
as far as schedules go, the radio guesting are kind of fun. they’re chill, she gets to sit in the air conditioning (or next to a heater, depending on the season). she gets a free drink, and can ramble on about music or whatever innocuous questions get lobbed her way. they’re never particularly invasive, not to the point that variety shows are. and they don’t demand nearly the same intensity. sure, they sometimes drag on later into the night, but it’s a decent enough trade off. it’s not like companies like to schedule large swatches of time-blocks open for sleeping, anyway.
and sometimes you get thrown in with a member of another group. miji likes that too, because while she definitely has a fondness for the members of her group, she works shoulder-to-shoulder with them for so long that it’s nice to get tossed beside someone knew. she’s always had an overwhelming quality to her. would rear up like a wave to swamp another person if given the opportunity. not in a terrible way, mind you. but she’s always run headfirst into things. always wants to fit herself beside someone new. is always pushing for more without quite realizing it. so she likes those opportunities. wants to meet new people. wants to expand her social circle now that cherry bomb! are solidifying their place on the music scene.
but her sidekick for today isn’t someone new. she can’t bring herself to mind though. they haven’t had much of a chance to see each other lately with how busy atlas has been. and then the small gap of time he’d had, she’d been promoting peek-a-boo. it’s a fate that seems common in their industry, but a smile sweeps across her face anyway when milo collapses in the chair next to hers, and she reaches a hand out to ruffle it through thick hair. she likes him, in the sort of way that she’d probably go fist for fist against someone who wanted to tear him down. in a way where she wants to ease some of that weight he always seems to be carrying around on his shoulders, like he’s determined to represent the core meaning behind his group name all by himself.
“you’ve been avoiding me, now you need to defend yourself.” she determines this in a rush, a false accusation but miji’s smiling as she says it. nudges one of the takeaway plastic coffee cups toward his side of the table before she grabs at her own.