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Today is feeling long. “I’m going to knock out, don’t talk to me for the next five years” long, chills running up River’s spine at the thought of being unconscious for longer. Then again, promoting Zombie does that to you. Or is it merely the fourth professional year in the industry catching up to him? Next year will be half a decade, another five years after…and then what?
He’s lost in thought this way, looking at nothing in particular. Jisung waves a hand in front of him as he’s passing by, but even that much doesn’t snap him out of it. What does instead: a random voice permeating the space, addressing him. Unless there’s another River? Y’know, alive. It’s loud, too.
“Hi, yeah.” He blinks at the colleague, eyes widening afterward to wake himself up. Giving her a once-over, he recognizes her as… that one girl. Suran’s groupmate? You’ve seen CROSS_OVER enough times on screen but some people stick more than others. But that’s where it ends. River stares back in deep, tired silence, waiting for her to continue whatever she had to say. Apparently some others are staring, too. Hopefully for the same reason? Because uh, what the fuck. His lips purse into a line, not quite friendly but not short of polite either. “That’s me.”
