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set, no.

[xhgsheila]

by all means, please unfollow this blog, the cone life was great and all but sheila and i deserve better. all unanswered memes will be done on the new blog and if you’re replying to our thread please don’t forget to tag me! or let me know! although i am sure i’ll be able to catch it, but just in case ...

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i am a cone, please don’t be alarmed ... i was and still am but basically my blog was flagged as content sensitive and until then i am ... a cone.

[xhgsheila]

an incident.

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hgjoon‌:

     solace worked as both a guise and a method of a stable income, the former more prominent in the eyes of the moon family. behind the closed doors, the vip room to be exact, laid numerous cards on the table, decks stacked behind the curtain only to be drawn out under the faux hope of winning big. gleaming lights that barely manage to seep past the outside world, solace, a divided two that comes a part as soon as his own hues glisten up. 

     solace, a personified identity of greed and guilt, lathering atop one another, forcing an insatiable desire to dig its claws into his flesh. ahh, how mighty gets mightier, never helping the weak. and he was guilty, oh so guilty, guilty of the fate that was handed to him as a single hangs from his lips, fingers barely making contact as he stands beside the no smoking sign. a rule that he enforces strictly and harshly, but never onto himself. he is the exception. he is the god within the confines of his reach. the moon’s reach.

     he takes a moment to gaze around him, his cigarette falling to the back of the scene as it blends in with all the lights and the chaos of what ever else glows at night. he places his still lit cigarette onto the counter, as smoke encompasses his lower vision for a second, darkened hues gleaming past the haze as he moves through the crowd and towards the exit. before he could make it any further than a few steps, he feels an arm tugging onto his own, he manages to turn on his heel as his gaze moves to match up with the culprit. it takes a moment before the situation settles in his mind, but help? help with what? the tone of her voice, panic evident and somewhat tense. did she get robbed? mugged? felt up? lost someone? 

     before following after the other, he turns back briefly, gesturing for the guards to survey the area with more care. 

     as soon as he makes it out of the club, he takes a quick whiff of the fresh air, the night’s zephyr tousling his hair ever so slightly, as strands flicker beneath the dimly lit lights of the hwang geum streets. he turns to the girl before him, a brow raising, “are you looking for someone?” he glances around, not seeing a soul nor a silhouette, he assumes it was all some kind of misunderstanding or at least an overreaction on her end.

sheila was not blindly moving, even if it always felt like one never had its footing in these places. always too loud, always too dark. faces never managed to convey their intentions and the screaming part did not help in distinguishing the slimiest of intentions from the good ones. she always felt like too much could go wrong in a small amount of time whenever there was a crowd and music in one place. let alone a club. a little box. filled with people. canned like sardines. gross. 

okay, no, sheila loved clubbing, don’t listen to her dramatic inner rant. right now though, it was making her dizzy and pushing the door to the exit made her take in a much needed breath. some fresh air always made everything feel ten times lighter. right until the person she’d dragged with her spoke and sheila blinked and spun on her heels. “yes!” she was, and now the air was missing from her lungs again because she could have sworn it’d been this exit.

if it wasn’t this one and she got the wrong one, they might not make it on time. “okay, okay, okay.” her hands moved with the words and she turned to fully face the man standing in front of her. find ground, don’t panic, do.not.panic. 

“my friend, a girl, petite, rose gold dress, pink hair, very long, she was with me in the booth and then she wasn’t and then these pictures on my phone,” she shook said device, as if that made the rambling ensuing more coherent, “this large distorted pixel looking guy was putting something, in the drink, like you know those movies where they prey on vulnerable girls, it was a blurry zoom in, but she left with him. right, she left with him, here, they were here, i am sure they were or are, they are somewhere !! oh my god, he’s probably already--” okay, no, pause. “that piece of sleazy son of a filthy fudge better not have hurt her !! but what the hell are you security guards even working for here ??” 

because clearly they should be posted at every exits for things like that to be caught. not that she knew for sure that security had that listed in their given tasks, but why would that not be included at all given the numerous amount of times girls all over the world go through this?

[xhgsheila]

↱

↱ ( being lost with them . )

oh god. why now, why here, why with him? why was any of this happening right now? if sheila had to go around one more corner designated by his highness mr. kang one more time she might just jump ship to the dark side and dive right into her murderous psyche. she had one, alright ?? very close to coming out. all it was making her do right now was puff and halt and cross her arms and slam her foot on the ground, ready to scream. but it was still there and she was red from the effort of holding it in. somehow. 

“ok, enough !!” hopefully that was enough strength to give him pause as well.

so many things were about to go even more wrong than they already were because the sun was setting down, at least getting some rest. unlike her feet. how was he still capable of going on anyways? did she lack that much stamina? no, no, that was not correct. she just hadn’t had much to eat in hours, because kang minho said he knew the way back to the set without the need of a gps and she believed him, so she did not let herself panic over the dead batteries of her cellphone. she believed him, she was the idiot here. obviously, this was how people died first in horror movies, what had she even been thinking about? so much stupidity was transpiring here that she could almost hit herself unconscious with it. 

“do you have your phone? why do we have to walk blindly with you acting like a dad on a trip who can’t admit he’s wrong for once in his life when we can just–use a gps, a gps, pull out your phone, now! now, now, now.” 

[xhgsheila]

hgsoohyngs‌:

there was something about the rain that she both loved and hated. she loved the sound of it hitting the pavement, how it would range from silent pitter-patters to heavy pours. she loved the smell of the damp grass and streets too but she hated how she associated the grey shroud it had over everything with the feeling of sadness and unproductivity. often times, she found herself wanting to go home as soon as it poured, noting how it was such a hassle to get through it. usually, soohyang waited for the it stop before heading home but for some reason she couldn’t stand being in the office. ‘it wasn’t a conducive working environment,’ the lawyer said to her secretary as she walked out of her office. 

she drove home cursing at the rain pouring rain. soohyang felt a little glimmer of hope as she saw the gates of hwang geum, noting that haven was close by. not knowing she was in for a surprise upon arriving. the sight of a shuddering crouched young lady in front of her front door left her in an unexplainable state of shock. for a brief moment she thought she was in some horror movie and didn’t know what to do. “w—who are you? c—can i help you?” soohyang stuttered as she inched closer to the drenched figure. her brain told her to make a run for it, she was too smart to be those horror movie leads that everyone screams at for doing stupid things but her instincts kicked in and told her that this definitely wasn’t one of those moment. // @hgsheila​

this always brought up the best memories. for something so terrible that it could render her incapable of functioning properly, it still brought about the sweetest images. the ones she’d always try to conjure up, if only to feel the way she’d felt then. with her brothers on her bed, one next to each other, some not fitting and still staying on the floor of her bedroom and sheila on top of the pile they formed to keep her safe, to sleep without a fear. safety beyond everything, one that led to feeling cared and protected. her arms were doing that right now, trying to find that body built shelter. but she knew herself frail in these moments. she hated the rain, she hated the way it rumbled, ready to chase her until it had her feeling like nothing but a shadow of herself. she’d rushed to the first spot she could find, out of the car, safety first. driving was not safe. 

rushing through to the first door was even less safe, but better than trying to keep herself afloat behind a wheel. it was all but a fog, thick and her ears were not picking anything else but the pounding of the rain. she needed it to go silent, to fall deaf, to breathe, to !! hiccups welcomed her with the first gulp of air she took. pulled in from something mixed in with everything. not the voice she was used to hearing when she needed it the most, but it was still something to get a grip on and focus on for a little longer, as long as she could. “makeitstop. makeitstop. makeitstop.” sheila was looking up through the blur of her own watered gaze, at the sight of the stranger standing in front of her. what she was trying to say came out too soft even to her own ears. the sound of the rain was drowning her own words. she repeated them all the same, hands to her ears as another thunder came abruptly and interrupted her with a shudder and a scream. 

[xhgsheila]

ohjamiehg‌:

          the chuckle that left from the stranger’s lips caused her own to escape while her head ducked down and a hand placed itself behind it , displaying the obvious signs of nervousness or embarrassment —- but mostly a comforting habit. it was understanding enough as to why a woman wearing a suit that carried a pocket square and was perusing through the shelves late hours into the night was a little — odd , none the less ; she just chalked it up to good timing. “ well , after i grew into the affinity of wearing suits , my adoptive father said if i was doing something — best to do it right. ” the words brought her back to that specific memory of him intricately folding and tucking in the piece of cloth into her pocket , “ never let a woman’s tears flow for too long… or something like that. ” a small laugh erupted as she realised that the thoughts actually managed to escape her lips , but she was glad that it was these thoughts that left , not the ever-present memories of her actual father who barely looked his child in the eyes even once. “ —- but to answer your question , uh , no , i don’t quite meet many of them… so what should we call this? —- fate? destiny? maybe just luck… ” the smile spread across her face grew wider but eyes quickly shifted to see the hurried motion carried out in order to rid the book that was…?? right. the first glance to the book when she had handed her the handkerchief did raise suspicion of the seemingly dissembled words but it was confirmed once she flipped it to return it back to its place. —– that , besides the fact that they were standing the university textbooks aisle. even the words that left her seemed a little to r e a l to be considered as a passing observation from her book and her eyebrows scrunched up intrigue. we were way past talking about a book , that was until the quick change of matter brought it right back , but jamie saw these subtle indicators — she always saw them , even when she didn’t wish to. her true sense of being paired with the experience of endlessly listening to the sorrows of certain bar patrons never allowed the woman to be comfortable in someone else’s discomfort. “ hmm , i’m not much of a fiction reader but , i’m sure if we look around we can find something that doesn’t end after tragedy starts… but i was actually , mostly speaking from experience. ”

her comment had her really taking in the stranger’s looks, attire and everything and yeah, she supposed she wasn’t sure she’d be able to pull off such an outfit without feeling a tad bit out of her comfort zone. but it did honestly, looked to have been made to fit her, as any clothing should feel and look. “ah, i get it, it makes sense. the touch that puts everything together, so your father must be a man with a sense of fashion.” something sheila could relate to more so than the hall of books she was surrounded with right now. in fact, she was now amused at the contrast between her own outfit and the other woman’s ; red dress, with a flowing touch to its end, the material had been the softest, despite its thick touch, she’d ever felt under her fingers. sheila had a soft spot for anything that felt like silk. “i’ve heard more so that a woman becomes more beautiful when she’s crying than the other statement.” & if this was any fate, it was a strange one to be met with. as for luck, she gave a slight shrug, because she knew it definitely was not that, she still had the bitter bile of the voice of her father stuck in her head so there was nothing lucky about that being replayed in my mind while she still had company. it made sheila instinctively gather herself, arms around her body, immediate defensive gesture. one because the uneasiness had not vanished, two because the stranger had not bitten into her idea of a change of topic. at least not the way she wished she had. from experience, things had never quite looked so grim as they did right now. cloudy skies. about to explode right in her face storm. she hated that she knew tonight she’d be facing yet another meeting with another affluent family and of course, their ‘precious’ son whom she’d have to put up some good air for. the whole thing was nauseating. “now i’m curious, what was your happy ending like?” how long did it last? did it get itself stuck in time? did it mean the end of everything else that could shake the balance of things? was it like all fairy tales, the last page of the story?

[xhgsheila]

≡

≡ ( offering a place to stay overnight . )

staying over at someone else’s? not a foreign idea or concept, she’d done it numerous times before. she’ll do it in the future. but each time the situation presented itself, she’d still felt a bit of an uneasy feeling of knowing she wouldn’t be putting her head on her own pillows, wouldn’t be resting in her own bed, on her own mattress. wouldn’t wake up to the sound of her nanny telling her it was time to rise and shine. see, she had all the aversions in the world for that house when she had to socialize and tolerate her parents. 

but at night? it felt like her own little castle. especially her bedroom. to her that was the most important part of her womanhood. god she already missed it just by taking a look inside the guest’s bedroom, despite feeling grateful for yuna’s generosity. first thing, first though. she turned to yuna, where they stood in the door frame with the most important question, or one of them at least, “what type of blankets do you have? anything silky? satin maybe? i can’t sleep on cotton anything, especially for the pillows. it’s terrible for your hair and your skin.”

[xhgsheila]

✮

✮ ( stargazing ) 

there was something so peaceful and quite reverent about being still at night and looking up at the sky. sheila despised an empty night. the ones that made her feel like the entirety of humanity should be erased just so that nature could breathe the cleanest air possible for the stars to have their own freedom of expression. honestly, weren’t human beings so entitled to everything that was on earth? even her. sitting here with yeojin, feeling like if the sky had been empty of its sparkles, then she’d have wasted her time. as if they owed it to her and company to come forth and be beautiful, and shiny, and dreamy. quite dreamy. “yeojin-ah !! look at that one.” 

they all looked alike, but not that one, sheila was certain. that one by itself, as if it was comfortable in its solitude. it made sheila move her hands from the support of the balustrade under them and point it out to yeojin. “it’s a lonely one, you think it’s playing it snob? or is it an outcast? i wonder if they have the same hierarchy as us, you know. social status, languages, a whole planet with lots of rules to live by.” she knew that was a silly thing to wonder, but she still had it there–a question to the universe and what laid beyond the tiny dots they must represent when one ventured in space to see the earth from up and above. 

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[xhgsheila]

it was the innocence in her eyes, he looked at her and he saw what he was not and never had been. he saw everything he’d tried to overcome, he saw so many things that shouldn’t have been sitting there, swimming in such deep brown. it would called out the most rotten places he’d sunk in. he was a father who only wished for sons because he knew how to look a man in the eyes without flinching, but sheila came to him. 

she came to him, small, fragile, alive. gentle and caring. soft and unprotected. his hands have never known how to handle anything without the intention of breaking it to fit his whims. his wife had been different, from the beginning, she’d come with her head bent, without any identity of her own, he never saw her grow from small cries, helpless sounds to the woman he ended up marrying. 

the fault all laid in her eyes, looking up at him every day of her life, at the dinner table, at night when she’d still had the age to want to wish him goodnight, to hope he’d tuck her in. a gaze with so much expectations that he could make everything better by just being the father he couldn’t be. so it made him more cruel with his intentions, because it was the only way he’d known to keep control of his world.

because more than being his daughter, sheila was of his world. 

[xhgsheila]

ohjamiehg‌:

          as intimidating as some people found the stacks of pages , at times , jamie found them just as comforting… but who reads physical books these days anyway? no one , especially not the members of the family who were looking to digitise the world —- BUT that was just one the reasons she visited this place , &&. the stark comparison between the quiet here against the numbing music at the nightclub she worked at was actually quite welcomed. just as the woman placed a finger on one of the dusty old books to pull it out , her eyebrows scrunched together at sound of quiet sniffles coming from not to far. jamie gave a look around to the seemingly empty environment only to realise that it probably came from the aisle ahead. she’d probably stood there for a whole minute wondering what to do before keeping the book back in it’s place and taking steps towards the sound. her eyes confirmed what she heard but she avoided approaching head on , instead just hung out at the corner of the aisle just incase she wanted to be left alone , but when she spoke , jamie looked over and responded with a small smile and a nod , “ yeah, yeah i know exactly what you mean…” at her question , jamie’s hand instinctively went to the upper left pocket of her blazer and smiled in relief as she had remembered to replace the pocket square she usually carried. “ — uh , yeah… here you go. ” she offered with another warm smile. “ but y’know , those usually have a happy ending and it all eventually seems to work which makes it worth it , i guess? ” 

she made the request and yet found herself a little taken aback by the fact that she was handed what she’d asked for. it was just--a little odd to have it so perfectly fit that she would of course fall on someone who carried a pocket square just like that. sheila let out a soft laugh, she wasn’t mocking, didn’t mean to come out that way so she hoped she didn’t sound like that when she quietly thanked the woman in front of her and added, “i truthfully did not expect you to have any, i have to ask, do you meet a lot of sniffling readers around here?” first of, she was not a sniffling reader, but the lie had to be kept and as sheila looked down at the book she was holding, frowning at the upside down letters--ohmygod, the book was upside down !! she quickly turned it around and slid it back on its shelf, there, no harm done. now she could avoid having to be questioned about its content, hopefully. because then the whole masquerade would be blown over really quickly. anyway, she had tissue, with a gentle perfume to it too, she had company and she could now quietly wipe the embarrassing freak show her face must be right now. she hated crying, the redness of it all, the way it had her damp with heat, like the feeling of nervousness that would rise sweat in palms. making her feel quite a good amount of disgust as it all uncurled. “some are meant to not meet happy anything, tragedies after tragedies.” statement given because of the optimistic quote she’d just gotten from this pleasant stranger. she felt a little guilty now because truly, she looked like she thought sheila cried over books and shared a common sentiment with her. conclusion ; sheila was currently a terrible person--who was going to ignore her guilt and swiftly change the topic too, “have you read many that have a happy ending? i’d love to find some, if you’d like to recommend me any of course.” at least fiction had fast options. 

[xhgsheila]

finally put some ideas on that PLOT page! they’re just little blurbs though... so if you’re feeling any of them we’d have to plot them out and of course for me to give you a more coherent version, i just really felt like writing them out that way. forgive me ok. 😶

[xhgsheila]

frustration had a tendency to bleed through, slip past her lips in small quivers and warm her skin, cheeks to neck. she could feel herself turn red by the seconds, but more than that, it made her eyes burn, the prickle of oncoming tears ready to spill without any warnings or even permission to let themselves be freed. so when they finally flowed, she had no other choice but to sniff and let them be where they wanted to trail. this wasn’t the place for this, but her father’s phone call had been unexpected. so much for putting as much distance as she could between them, but he could still reach her even through a phone call, or a message, or a voicemail. she hated when he did that, made sure to remind her that she still wasn’t free of it all. of his manipulation, of her mother’s powerlessness, of her brother’s limits as to how much they could protect her, of her own inability to really cut it all out. she wanted to scream, but again, bad location for this. she snapped her head up and looked around, immediately turned to face the shelf of books just as someone turned around the aisle where she stood. “ohmygod,” ( howembarassing ) her hands quickly grabbed onto a book and she flipped through, found a page and tried to not bury her face in it and use it as tissue,  now that would be terrible. “these stories can be so emotionaaaal.” whether the person who was interested in the books in her aisle had noticed her fake acting or not, she was now peeking above the pages to quickly throw at them, “excuse me !! have you got any tissues?” 

[xhgsheila]

hgkesa‌:

“i don’t– okay.. i do give in.“ he huffed softly but with no real annoyance. he supposed he just followed what was asked of him too well, and it wasn’t like he even minded it either. he didn’t mind moving over to where sheila was after all. he did laugh a little softly too though, shaking his head softly as he took the seat next to her and settled his things on the table too gently.

“really? i thought having me here, or well anyone else i guess, would be more of a distraction and a hindrance than anything good?“ but well he was glad she liked his company when it was clear he probably wasn’t going anywhere unless she asked him to leave. at least he could entertain her, that was a good thing. but kesa was definitely surprised that the topic of his username came back up so quickly. “i– huh?“ he stared at her a little wide eyed then for a moment, before pouting softly. “yes? or well, no. i didn’t choose it, my brother did and i didn’t see a point in changing it. his is damiendoesitbest. he wanted to match.“

“nothing wrong with that.” she gave him a shrug, looked down at where she’d now shifted her belongings. she supposed she was a better worker when she could also focus on more than just one thing at a time. “distractions are good though, don’t you think? you can’t just work, work, work, your brain will fry itself up there.” someone had once told her, this was what made her such a good fit for being a social figure. sheila knew she was nothing more than just the projections of many people’s dreams and hopes to one day end up doing the things she shared with them, but putting up something she was for sale, well it paid for her eventual escape, “ah so you’re matching siblings, that is so cute. it must be fun to have that. i can’t quite do any matching with mines because they’re literally all boys.” well men now, but back to the screen of her laptop, “so, what were you doodling before i interrupted?”

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hgkesa‌:

“ah but that’s just a username, it doesn’t mean i’m that great–“ he tried to defend himself, forgetting that was even his username either. it was his brother that had created for him though, so maybe he should curse him for the implications of it in life now. but that was only a teasing though as he focused back on sheila. “it was painful.“ he countered, still remembering the bruises it had left him with for days and the ache from where he’d ended up knocking his head. it hadn’t been a fun time for kesa, but well it had led to this friendship.. so it had done something good? it was still probably one of the most humiliating things that had happened to him though, just not quite at the top. he rolled his eyes a little softly though, closing his sketchpad and picking up his stuff so he could move over to her side. “i still don’t know how it became a rule, but there, here i am.“ kesa laughed softly.

what a gasp she had at his statement. but before she could comment on him calling his username just a username. she turned around to give him some space on her table. she’d invited him--well, made it a sudden rule, but it was more of a silly request. she didn’t expect him to immediately come to her whenever she asked for it. 

“it is a rule because you give in, and only when you want to give in, you have to feel like it’s a rule you can live with, let vibe with you.” however, as she gently shoved away some papers, made her mouse pad more agreeable for her wrist. she patted the spot next to her, since he was indulging her she would tempt her chances even more without any shame, and as a final touch tugged her laptop further in the corner where she was squeezing herself. 

“however, i do like having you here when i am doing all this work though.” she liked having people around her in general, almost all the time. they all had different ways of making time easier to handle, and certain tasks less of a bore. kesa as a person was--gentle, to her at least. he seemed that way. but a bit self critical if the comment about his username told her anything. then back to that, she sighed and got herself ready to give him a quiet glare, “but hold on, you mean to tell me you chose a username without thinking that you matched up to it? that is a virtual crime you know.” 

[xhgsheila]

BMF ( getit? )

@hgheejin / it took a lot out of her, to give that first step forward, prompt her into this direction. 

this straight path to getting something she’d always wish she could make herself get. alright, don’t follow that, sheila was being dramatic in her mind, as usual. just the way she liked it. a lot of overthinking, a lot of acting on her overthinking though. she was nothing if not a go getter. so when she’d literally, slid in the young actress’ DM to ask her if they could meet up, it’d been on a whim and many, many wishes.

she’d usually have a glass or two of something strong, meaning maybe two scoops of ice cream or two big gulps of the sweetest smoothies, sweets were her drugs--before jumping head first. it was a little silly to be this nervous over asking someone if they could be ... friends. there she’d said it! she should have put that in caps all big and bold BE MY FRIEND. 

but she didn’t, thankfully, she played it cool, sent a DM, asked if they could meet up and now she was actually getting ready for this meet up. this date that would be the beginning of many others because trust that once sheila had the green light to get someone enrolled in her list of people she could hit up to hang out. or bother for a day, she never ever let go of them. unless of course you really crossed her in the nastiest fashion, then it was goodbye, ciao, bye, adios, lose yourself on an island and never leave it for the sake of world’s pollution not needing your rotten existence added on it. 

enough about rotten existences though, time for actual blissful energy, nothing but that was allowed within the enclosed parameters of her thoughts circle. set on that, she walked up to her car, but before getting in mode driving quickly went back to her instagram’s messages to send one quickly to heejin. 

i’m on my way!! are we still good for 3pm at the shake shack?

oh right, another bonus. they lived in this same damned place. at least, some good things had come out of the then hell hole she’d been thrown in at the tender beginning of her teenage years. 

[xhgsheila]

hgkesa‌:

kesa jumped for a moment, startling out of his thoughts and the paper as he looked up to notice the female there. sheila wasn’t necessarily someone he’d expect to see here every time he was around, but it happened often enough now that there was a small smile creeping onto his lips as she began to speak. most of the time kesa didn’t have company here, but it didn’t mean that he was against it and hers was a little like a breath of fresh air on nights like this. “i think i’d make a horrible vampire though,” he commented in response to her words, laughing softly and setting his sketchbook down, keeping what he’d been working on hidden still and to himself. “and i don’t have the first clue about how to prowl– the first time we met i tripped on your seat and hit the opposite table. i’m not quiet.” he laughed once more, eyes shining with a little more life for the moment.

“no way you’d make a horrible anything, that  kind of defeats the meaning behind your insta’s username you know.” because of course they’d exchanged at least that on the very first time they’d spoken. it was one of the first means of communicating for anybody born right after the year of 1994, it just was. sheila had noticed it, her statistics were never wrong, anyone could challenge her on this. “okay, you tripped and it was glorious and hilarious,” cue she had a bit of the giggles now thinking back on it, because she’d never quite had a movie scenario as such happen to her. don’t get her a wrong, a lot more had, just not that particular one. “but it created something gorgeous; us.” okay now she’d gone and made herself laugh, “come on my side, pleaaase. you know the rule, i find you and you have to keep me company just because.” urging with a motion of her hands and fingers wiggling quite a bit as she straightened on her chair, much like one could see a child beg for a little bit of attention and affection.