Jul 2, 2025
Artfight attack on @sylver-t4b2222 !!!!!:3
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Artfight attack on @sylver-t4b2222 !!!!!:3
( tomorrow's problem ) ; ⸺ + @lxckystrike !
it is unfortunately not a first for garam to be drunk, wobbling her walk forth with bright eyes and blood tingling in her cheeks. ears and cheeks red, lips tingling from the amount of beer she'd ingested— long ago unwound the scarf around her neck as inebriated flush took over her, and kicked her body temperature up a notch or two.
jinyoung. yoon jinyoung. confusing man, really. she was busy thinking about how things never went as they should when she met him— and then she met him again, of course. isn't that how it goes? they're wandering down the sidewalk, her shoulders bumping into his elbow, bicep, all of him, as she unsteadily set the course for... somewhere. the music of the party and the lights and the noise slowly drifting behind them, she pouted beneath the cool night sky.
he's on her left side, which happens to be her better, clearer side, and yet she wants to watch just in case. so that she won't miss a word he says; gazes up at him with big, glassy eyes (too close, really).
her frown doubles as she peers at him. "uh." she begins quite softly, a lilt to her low voice that carries so much less embarrassment than it should. "i forget, why are we..." (her step pattern falters, she teeters away from him in such a way that she might fully tip over), "ohh, wait. home. ok." he might have suggested it, or maybe she asked if he was busy, could take her home; the moment is lost to time. 30 minutes ago is too far gone for her at the moment, and all she can think of is spotting him beneath the dull fairy lights and wondering if she was that drunk that she was imagining things.
she laughs a bit (at nothing, at the slowly building excitement of being alone with him again, in hysteria at the awkward embarrassment she was currently suppressing, it's unclear), "is it ok? that you're bringing me, i mean." she asks for clarity quite belatedly, with words that run together a bit like water, like her namesake. "my hero." she jokes, even more belatedly, even more awkwardly but with great sincerity.