theatre 。

@ΔΧΛ ⁴ johnny [[ sorry meant that ooc. I’m just wondering? I went to DM you and you blocked me apparently? ]]

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@ΝΓΤ ⁴ taekwoon they could stand a little criticism.
besides, not like this stuff is professional.
/shrugging a little, i smile when i realize that there’s part of a dream for both of us in doing this for something more than to pass time in college, but i dont dare say anything about it
/instead, i glance to my finger when you gesture to it as you walk away, my eyes widening before i pop my finger in my mouth
/the rehearsal goes on well, focused on what i need to do when i need to do it, and yet otherwise i’m lingering by the curtains, watching you on stage and even whispering your lines along with you, having memorized them at this point
/when all is said and done, i change back into my normal clothes, my plain sneakers doing little to add to my height when your shoes give you just a little more
well, how do you feel? wanna go out or stick around?
d’you got plans for tomorrow?
/rising up on the balls of my feet, i smile to you while adjusting the way the hood of my sweater falls on my back and shoulders, bringing it up to cover my ears
i could use the food right now.
i... may have forgotten lunch before i came to rehearsal.

@ΝΓΤ ⁴ hakyeon Don't let them hear you say that. They've been working on these outfits for months. They might actually have a fit if someone even suggested a change in buttons at this point
/murmurs quietly to you, voice soft as usual to the point most have to strain to even try hear what I'm saying to them, but not you with your ears trained to my tone and pitch
/seeing your wave your fingers I spot the flash of crimson that tells me I was correct about your little flinch earlier and pricked finger
/without a word I gesture to your finger before I'm settling my own hand down at my side, a faint knowing smile on my lips as I don't argue about you paying for dinner tonight, just glad to get some fresh air
/the rehearsal moves along as expected, a few changes here and there, nothing major and I'm grateful when I hear the director of this musical call it a wrap for the night
/returned to my usual clothing I run a hand through my hair before pulling a cap down over the top, hooding my eyes as i walk up to you, a bit taller than usual beside you thanks to the slight heel in my shoe
Ready?
Are we sticking on campus or venturing off? We haven't been to our old favourite haunt in a while
/asks as I slide my hands into my jacket pockets, the collar pulled up around my neck and brushing against my cheeks to block out the cold of the crisp evening air

@ΝΓΤ ⁴ taekwoon but you always look good in your costumes. don’t argue with me.
/tsking softy, it’s just when you tell me to be careful that i get a little prick to the tip of my finger, doing my best to ignore it despite the flinch i make, not wanting you to scold me for the action
i was just helping... those fashion students are very sloppy.
/when you pull my hand away, i briefly curl my fingers into your palm, savoring that little touch before it’s gone all too quickly
/my gaze meets yours, unafraid and i dont dare look away, letting my hand rest in my lap while i smile so serenely to you
/your question has me blinking a few times, my lips parting to answer but before i can, your name is called and my attention is torn away for a brief second until you rise
yes! dinner is a yes, i mean.
my treat, though, okay?
/flashing a smile to you, i lift a hand to wave to you with a wiggle of fingers, then gesture toward the girl who seems to be calling you, looking exasperated
you better go now, or your head will be on a platter soon enough.

@ΝΓΤ ⁴ hakyeon /pulls a look of discomfort when you fiddle with the collar of my shirt, though i don't snap at you like i might do someone else, since its you i just wait for you to finish
once you've seen me in one costume you've seen them all. you're just being kind
/waves off your words before i'm rolling my eyes at your comparison, muttering under my breath about feeling more like a pin cushion at the moment
be careful you don't prick yourself
/warns with all your fiddling going on, lightly gripping your wrist and tugging your hand away from me, releasing you a moment afterwards
/stares at you quietly for a while, looking a little more intimidating with the stage make up on but again, you're used to it and now i just have a hard look about me naturally
/for the briefest moments it softens before i glance away, down at my sleeves which i tug at with my long fingers, pulling at the ruffles of my shirt hanging free of my sleeves
do you want to grab something to eat when we're done here?
my body's starting to complain i haven't had something solid in me for a while. but more than enough liquids
/its an offhanded comment about my drinking habits, not entirely sober even now when i'm talking to you but its only because the nightmares have gotten worse and getting black out drunk ensures i can have some kind of rest for a few short hours
/hearing my name being called once more i let out a soft sigh under my breath, pushing myself up and moving a little closer to you, my pinky lightly brushing over your own before i pull away, speaking over my shoulder to you
i'm taking that as a yes to dinner, by the way

@ΝΓΤ ⁴ taekwoon /after a brief warm up with some of the other dancers, i found myself bored, having already mastered the entire routine without any sort of hassle on my own
/even so, most of the practice is either me helping out others with questions or pointers on what to do, my instincts kicking in and making it easy for me to help those in need
/even so, my gaze can't help but to drift toward you, where i know you are tucked away and being adjust much to your dislike, your outfit clear as day in my mind even though i can't see you now
/amidst everything, i get dragged into another warm up, this time a stretching exercise on the ground to ready our muscles, my focus no longer on you but making sure that no one's over-stretching in fear of a dancer being injured
don't push yourself harder than you can go.
/raising a brow pointedly to another one of the younger dancers, it's not until heads begin to turn that i realize anything out of sorts, and i turn my head to see you making your way toward us
/instantly, a bright smile lifts my tiers before i school my expression, nodding just a little while i turn away from the group and cross my legs, lifting a hand to adjust the ruffled collar of your shirt
of course you are. you look fantastic, though.
they really know how to do you up.
/teasing lightly, i nudge your arm lightly, a hand coming up to adjust just a couple of pins, not too fond of how many there are despite knowing that they're needed
you look like a voodoo doll.

@ΝΓΤ ⁴ hakyeon /pins poke and prod at me as i'm being fitted for my latest outfit, the college holding another musical for the autumn season and now its the final pieces being put together, last touch ups on outfits, make-up runs and rehearsals up until opening night which is fast approaching
/fidgets when one of the women touches me near my back a little too long, pulling away from her grip slightly in the hopes she gets the idea but she returns right back to what she was doing much to my dismay and flickering irritation
/gritting my teeth i stay put for now, cat-like eyes dancing over the other familiar faces in the rooms, from fashion students like the one behind me volunteers working on the set and stage backdrops
/the one my eyes are searching for is shortly found when i find you there, milling around with a few other dancers for the musical, stretching to no doubt keep yourself warm
that's enough for now
/pulls away from the woman behind me entirely when she becomes too much, the outfit's cloak trailing behind me as i make my way over to you, several heads turning to watch me though its no doubt just as i'm the lead for this musical as i've been before
/brushing past a few others i tug at the ruffled collar that sits at the back of my neck, sighing as i carefully brush the bottom of the cloak out beneath me, minding the pins so i can sit on the edge of the stage, my body turned towards your own as i'm close enough to be heard by you
are you almost done for today?
i'm growing tired of being poked and prodded at for one evening
/gestures to the extravagant outfit on me before i sit up a little more, making a soft noise of complaint when one of the pins seems to prick at my back just a little bit