X with @yerinxmp
yerin had claimed untinted guns were boring, and had been willing to borrow one of those to eunbi with minimal bullets--that had been a week ago, before the mayhem and the hounds and the fights and the nightmares. those were all unimportant now, and eunbi had put it off for too long. and, if she was to be honest, the gun under her pillow might just be an extra to keep her from getting some shut eye.
so the short female stuffs the weapon inside her bag next to usual many books, the steel always in her eye line when she has to pick one of the class materials. for some godly -- maybe literally -- reason, she mantains her cool through and how restless she really is only comes out pouring on mannerisms and a heavier step when she goes up the stairs to the banshee flats.
“yerin,” she calls, followed by two knocks on the door. they haven’t spoken since the ball, so the short-haired is half ready to endure the awkwardness, half ready to just run off.
