closed starter for @oflostsouls
it’s not coincidence that deena’s walk brings her past the broadcast station shortly after kira’s show ends. deena even stubs out her cigarette as she nears it, because kira’s a mom and everything. she slips her jacket off too, folding it as neatly as possible before she puts it away into her bag for good measure. deena’s not one for shame, but she always feels vaguely guilty smelling like smoke around kira. if nothing else, she can make sure that she doesn’t actually smoke anywhere near the other woman.
speaking of—she waves at the familiar face, making her way over as kira exits the building. “how was the show?” deena asks, as if she wasn’t listening through her headphones the entire way over. what she could catch, at least. she’d missed the first part of kira’s show when rehearsal ran late. it wouldn’t be the first or last time, unfortunately. “who was a better guest—the one from today, or me?”