{ &. just business: valerie x sora}
{ closed starter for: @uadavenator } Fall in New York was just as Sora had expected: rainy and cold. Minor inconveniences to some, but she had never minded the rain too much. What she did mind though, was the constant complaining of her colleague. The pair had both been sent to the Big Apple for a surgery conference, but apparently the hospital had been to cheap to pay for separate rooms to house them for the weekend. What an embarrassment. If she had known what was in store, she would’ve paid for her own room in advance, but now here she was: stuck in a hotel with no further vacancies dealing with the immaturity of a woman who was supposedly her senior constantly moving her things around. “I’m telling you Sora, it isn’t me!” Genuine distress colors the words of her companion, and she turns on her heel to glare the older woman down with her typical stoic expression. She’s obviously waiting for an explanation, and her patience is beginning to wear quite thin with this entire situation. “I really think that there’s something in that room! I even heard a voice last night when I got out of the shower! It sounded like a man...” The concept is enough to draw an irritated huff and an eye roll from the surgeon. “Eunji.” She begins sharply, pinning the other woman in place with a cold gaze as she crosses her arms. “It’s one thing to constantly disturb my things, but it’s another thing entirely to blame it on an imaginary person. Now I’m going to pretend that you didn’t just tell me that you’re hearing voices and go about my day. But if you touch my belongings again...I’ll have to relocate you and your things to the hotel pool. I’d advise you not to test me.” She allows a moment of silence so that the sincerity in her words can sink in before she turns and finds a young woman standing in front of her. “Excuse me.” She says in slightly accented English, attempting to move around the newcomer so that she could still make it on time to the next panel.
