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papertown2017-07-17 12:11 pm
pawnofparadise) wrote in papertown2017-07-17 12:11 pm
Instead of "It's Late, I Have To Go," I Can Say "It's Late, Let's Go To Bed."
Minchae had been standing at the front door of Saeyoung's residence for about two minutes now. She had basically packed two days' worth of her entire life in the duffel bag on her shoulder, and though it weighed on her, she didn't seem to notice the ache in her shoulder from carrying it up the street from where the taxi had dropped her off.
She insisted that she ship her belongings herself, that the members of the R.F.A. keep on with their daily lives rather than interrupt the routine by helping her move. She wasn't bringing much to begin with, aside from her clothes, cosmetics, and a laptop. What was being shipped over was mostly clothing and some furniture--
--she swallowed, and her throat felt like it was closing up. This hadn't been a rash decision by any means, so why did she feel so nervous? Was it the feeling of permanence that had her feet glued to the entrance floor (void of a 'welcome' mat, she mentally noted)? The sudden upheaval of life as she knew it seemed momentary when she'd temporarily taken-up residence in Rika's former abode...and that was accidental, whereas this...this was deliberate.
A sudden ache in her neck snapped her out of her reverie, and she groaned in exertion as she slowly slid the duffel off her shoulder, finally setting it down to rest beside her feet. Directing her gaze to the doorbell, she pressed the button. Quickly she pulled out her mobile phone, "I guess it's the most secure method--changing it every week." Pulling up a memo recording from Saeyoung for the new passcode, she played it when prompted by the security system, placing the phone against the speaker.
"...huh." Minchae mused to herself. After giving the password--nothing happened? "Did it work?" She put her hand on the door handle, turning it to see if it would give.
She insisted that she ship her belongings herself, that the members of the R.F.A. keep on with their daily lives rather than interrupt the routine by helping her move. She wasn't bringing much to begin with, aside from her clothes, cosmetics, and a laptop. What was being shipped over was mostly clothing and some furniture--
--she swallowed, and her throat felt like it was closing up. This hadn't been a rash decision by any means, so why did she feel so nervous? Was it the feeling of permanence that had her feet glued to the entrance floor (void of a 'welcome' mat, she mentally noted)? The sudden upheaval of life as she knew it seemed momentary when she'd temporarily taken-up residence in Rika's former abode...and that was accidental, whereas this...this was deliberate.
A sudden ache in her neck snapped her out of her reverie, and she groaned in exertion as she slowly slid the duffel off her shoulder, finally setting it down to rest beside her feet. Directing her gaze to the doorbell, she pressed the button. Quickly she pulled out her mobile phone, "I guess it's the most secure method--changing it every week." Pulling up a memo recording from Saeyoung for the new passcode, she played it when prompted by the security system, placing the phone against the speaker.
"...huh." Minchae mused to herself. After giving the password--nothing happened? "Did it work?" She put her hand on the door handle, turning it to see if it would give.