“Okay, good talk. Let’s hug it out.” // Welcome to Fem! I'm sorry this is late.
Her head automatically leans back against the seat, a quiet groan leaving her mouth while swaying from side to side. Nothing in her indicated she’d make a move to stand up and do as the younger woman suggested and not because it wasn’t a good idea--Hyolyn would just blame it on her lack of willingness to move much after she was worked to the bone be it in a dance studio or a recording booth until later in the night. And cliche as it was, she always let on a little more than she intended while exhausted at ungodly hours. It so happened Mei Qi was the one to put up with her fast rambling, luckily brought to a miraculous end eventually. “Don’t wanna get up to do it,” she admits and it’s a little childish on her behalf but surely the other would understand. “Though you do seem to be in a rush, unless I’m imagining to. Where are you running off to so late at night, hm?”
