〝 Yeah, yeah, had to get your attention somehow. I brought you something. 〞
Extending her arm to hand Denji a disposable coffee cup. Hopefully something to immediately excuse her abrupt violence. 〝 Tell me what flavor this is. 〞
Suspicions were soon answered once she grabbed a Red Bull, prying it open. This was her.. 20th one today? Maybe 30? She stopped counting. Visible dark bags were tugging beneath her eyes, approaching the coach and splaying her legs over his lap. She sighed at his suggestion. ⟢
〝 You think your work was better when less thought was put into it?
Why not try that then. Throw an idea at the wall and let it stick rather than throw it away. Even if it seems bad. Don’t think, just do. 〞
of consumption she held. Little did he know, she indeed did already die a few times from heart failure, desperate for inspiration to come but not allowing sleep to be an option.
〝 It’s not fucking working, chef. Things seemed better when I didn’t give a shit. 〞
〝 I’m trying to be nicer and tend to my customers better. But guess what? 〞
She opened her fridge, bottles clanking against each other. All that resided within were energy drinks and beer. It was an abnormal amount; as if a regular human would pass from the amount ⟢
〝 Really? I considered it to be one of your charming qualities. 〞
Chuckling after, as he let himself into her luxurious place. Though months since he’d come and brought food to this place, it still gave a warm feeling of home.
〝 Taking a break from designing? 〞