Yeojung "Yunnie" Bae
Watching her new partner explain himself, Yunnie nods along attentively, curious eyes looking him up and down (but not in a creepy
way; honestly, she's just interested in his fashion sense.) So far, this interaction is going good; she's yet to embarrass herself, the guy isn't intimidating, and they both seem equally nervous. It's introvert meets introvert, or something like that--a little awkward, but she isn't complaining, since she doesn't have to fight him. This conversation might have a hard time staying alive, though... Yunnie usually peters out after the first few minutes, running out of confidence and things to say when presented with somebody who couldn't care less about fashion and mysteries. She gets it; everyone has a type of person, but why does it have to be so hard
to find hers?
In fact, what are
they going to do? She's not particularly athletic, and Aaron--Ronnie,
they're even nickname buddies!--seems just about ready to drop dead. Not literally, of course, but Yunnie can tell he's barely hanging on. Those eyes of his are certainly drooping, and he doesn't seem all the way "there"--just a little bit too tired to function, or way too exhausted. Whatever sort of night it was for him, it must've not been fun. Not that Yunnie is one to talk; she's the one sneaking out and spying on Academy officials, after all. But she slept pretty okay--slept like a rock, actually. No dreams or anything. Maybe her sleep schedule is finally getting back on track, after all those sleepless nights at a new dormitory?
Another thing--he's jumpy, too. (Like her.)
At any rate... Yunnie's mind drifts a bit, back to last night's rendezvous before snapping back to reality. She can't stop thinking about it; she's too curious for her own good; too curious, and too preoccupied with daydreams and mysteries. It's probably due to her restrictive childhood; Yunnie considers herself pretty lucky in most aspects, but her mother was kind of a control freak sometimes. (All the time.) What are rules, if all they do is make you dream? "I'm not a fighter either. I'm a somnokinetic dreamwalker. I just make people go to sleep and change their dreams.""O-oh!" Yunnie, snap out of it!
she scolds herself, pulling on her pigtails and discreetly pinching herself (her cheek,
which is apparently very pinchable. Thanks, grandma.) This is no time to worry about her past; to ignore somebody is just outright rude. And if there's anything Yunnie learned from her manners-obsessed mother, it was not to be rude. So she won't! "That's really cool--your power, I mean! I-I've never heard of something like that before, is it fun?"
Wait! What if that's why Aar--Ronnie
--looks so tired? Maybe he gets really sleepy when he does it, or something? Omigosh, that was such a weird thing to say, wasn't it!? Hastily, Yunnie tries to mend the "awkward" situation. "S-sorry! That was kind of a weird thing to ask, wasn't it? In fact, you don't need to show me--"
She laughs, nervous and unable to stop herself from getting embarrassed. Her cheeks feel a little warm; curse her horrible habit of rambling! Stop it now
, Yunnie, before it gets any worse!"Ahem. Sorry. Like I said, you don't need... to show me, if, um, you're too tired? Not to offend, but if it's a power like mine, it probably takes a lot of energy, and you look pretty beat already."
But then again... what was this whole exercise about? Sparring? Showing each other their powers? Yunnie doesn't know; she just wants to curl up in bed and read the next chapter of her favorite mystery novel and eat sugary snacks until she feels better. Making friends is too tiring. (She wants to go home... wait, no she doesn't.) @sempis