( roles reversed, now she crowds in behind him, exactly the kind of person to be charmed by roughhousing and a generally pissy demeanor. not that she's charmed. monster hyunsu is just the lesser of two evils when it comes to getting out of the public eye, although she does clench his hand tighter when the populace bottle necks through the door, seeking comfort through the worst of the crowd as they wind their way through, not trusting any of them but the person directly in front of her. it's a long walk down a hall in some direction before the music is quiet enough to hear herself think, stepping in beside hyunsu again and, belatedly, dropping his hand.
the quiet makes her feel weirder about not wearing pants, but she's not sure how she's supposed to find her room again anyway, and doesn't feel like drawing hyunsu's attention to it. instead, she stuffs her hands in the pouch of her hoodie, weighing it down as far as it'll go, turning her head to face him while she follows where he leads. )
If it isn't the monsters, what's wrong with this place? I know we can't leave.
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the quiet makes her feel weirder about not wearing pants, but she's not sure how she's supposed to find her room again anyway, and doesn't feel like drawing hyunsu's attention to it. instead, she stuffs her hands in the pouch of her hoodie, weighing it down as far as it'll go, turning her head to face him while she follows where he leads. )
If it isn't the monsters, what's wrong with this place? I know we can't leave.