The Selkie wrote:Lady, if you want to look scary...
Dolgae looked up at the woman as he leaned against his mother's side; the other didn't seem all that impressed with his mother's baleful gaze, but it was mainly only for these sorts of situations, when some other rambunctious Talent or Idol got too close to him when he'd rather sleep. A bluff mainly to dissuade the youths than a proper military glare, but that was something more up to the nun with a gun or her special forces daughter. A stupid grin briefly formed on his face as he imagined one of those two death staring, followed by Illapa cowering behind Omi, but he pulled his hoodie up to hide it.
"I'm fine," he said. "I just get tired easily, that's all. I'm a night person."
Gyeongju smiled. "It's a terribly early morning for both of us," she said. "But it's a nice change of pace, I suppose." She paused to glance over the menu, or displayed breads, depending on how the bakery arranged its goods. "You wouldn't happen to have any recommendations, would you?"
"Hotteok..." Dolgae mumbled, seemingly half-asleep already.
"He's thinking of a pancake," his mother said, glancing down at her son. He had taken his medicine... maybe he didn't sleep well, and it took Illapa's boundless energy to get him to realize that. The Idol wasn't called a Stormbringer for no reason.
Nearby, Omi and Illapa sat at their table, a couple pastries in front of them; the latter looked sullen, but in the sort of faux-humorous way that one would see out of a comedy. His head was on the table, and he munched away at a half-eaten piece of bread in his hand. On the other side, Omi played with his hair with one hand, while the other ate a similar pastry.
"Kibi-kibi-daan..." Illapa mumbled, just barely audible to Imogen. It was one of his iconic songs, of a Radhikivian or Suzuraigan lad of some sort who used millet dumplings against demons, and his energetic voice still managed to come through like a building storm, devestated as he was. Still, what he meant in his song, or whether it was just nonsense that sounded nice, was another matter that would not be aided at all by the energy of his voice, and he'd never answer questions of meaning in a way that'd make sense.
"You're such a mess, Illapa," the other said.
"I'm just trying to find some fun and happiness..." Another munch of his pastry.
Dolgae watched them through half-awake eyes. "Sometimes I forget he's older than me,"