studio floor

@✦ levi knox *any other time, she would have commented on his obvious statement. of COURSE he should go, but she was so frazzled—her heart thundering painfully against her ribs—that no words managed to form; even as the door slams shut and she's left alone to what should have been her peace—persistent thudding aside*
what the hell was that about...
*she murmurs, brain somehow still unable to catch up with the entire situation as she finally pulls on the shirt. then, as soon as the fabric is in place, it hits her all at once. and red hot embarrassment creeps up the back of her neck to her ears, to the apples of her cheeks, across her entire visage.
the shame is so aggressive that it takes over her entire being and all she can manage is a stiff, yet slightly too heavy-hand, double face palm and a drawn out groan.
it's another minute or so, though it feels like hours, before she's able to find the courage to leave the dressing room she knew she was accidentally hogging. it's not, however, without reinforcements as she dons her mask and favorite dad hat to hide her embarrassment and avoid eye contact in the event that he were still out there*

@★ ha mirinae ᵐᶦʳᵃᵉ /i would like to blame a severe case of sleep deprivation for what happens next, as instead of slamming the door shut and turning on my heels, you catch me standing there with my feet rooted to the floor and it’s like i’m malfunctioning altogether when my lips part as if to say something though nothing comes out/
/ultimately its your shriek that pulls me back and then i’m nearly giving myself whiplash with how quickly i turn my head away, a cold hand of panic gripping my neck as i clutch onto the clothes in my hands, clearing my throat, eyes going back to you only to instantly regret it the moment where my brain finally registers the state that you’re in/
— i am so sorry, i didn’t know someone would be in here, please, uh, oh god, i’m sorry
/typically these words come out in my mother tongue, as always when i’m caught off guard or nervous, my posture unnaturally rigid as i bow my head repeatedly, face warming up from the embarrassment/
i should go, sorry, i didn’t mean to— i’m really sorry
/and that’s when i finally fumble for the door to slam it shut, leaning forward enough so that i can bang my head against it a couple of times while i try calming my heartbeat down/

@✦ levi knox yin-dii thîi dâai rúu-jàk..phǒm chûue bpii-dtôoe. khun chûue à-rai khráp...
*with an upcoming exam at the forefront of her mind, she hardly registers the ongoing action of putting on her shirt—the tee hanging in limbo, bunched in freshly manicured hands—let alone the telltale squeal of the door opening*
khun chûue à—
*only when she messes up moments later, a hushed curse following, does she allow her gaze to briefly flit up to the mirror while lifting her shirt. and, once again, it misses out on its target as she lets out a startled shriek, jumping nearly six feet and slamming the garment against herself in the name of modesty, turning on heel in the same breath to confront her accidental voyeur*
levi, wh— yah, someone's in here!
*she manages to state the obvious, after a few beats of shock stealing her voice. and it's another moment of sputtering before she finds the physicality to keep a protective arm crossed over her shirt shield and use the other to gesticulate in a spastic go away gesture*
getout, getout, getout!

@★ ha mirinae ᵐᶦʳᵃᵉ /the day has already been far too long as i’m stepping through the corridors of our building, or, i had been cooped up in my studio and had ended up pulling another all nighter. my manager had found me hunched in front of the computer barely 30 minutes ago and had more or less proceeded to force an energy drink down my throat before i had been whisked away to a fitting that i had, undoubtedly, forgotten about
“hurry up and get changed, they’re already waiting for you”
yes, yes…
/i had murmured under my breath, weaving a hand through tousled locks and i’m half exhausted and half annoyed as i’m jerking the first best door open and inside there’s you; half and then there’s me, far too slow to catch onto the situation as i stand frozen to the ground

@✦ levi knox "that's a wrap!"
"great work!"
"good job! thank you!"
"good job, everyone! thanks for the hard work!"
thank you, everyone! good job! thank you, thank you...
*speaks among an irregular chorus of voices, all singing praises for one another as the shoot finishes and the staff prepare for the next. each thanks is punctuated with a brief bow and she, thank you-by-thank you, makes her way out of the studio space in favor of her temporary sanctuary: one of the dressing rooms not taken up by her shoot costars. exhaling tiredly, she nudges the door shut with a foot and begins to rid herself of the suffocating high-fashion garb in favor of her much more casual, comfortable clothes*