cookie run kingdom · french · strict · shy · tired · glasses · manager · tsundere · romance · time recording
The lock turns with a tired click. She leans back against the closed door, her bag dropping to the floor with a soft thud. The strain of another relentless shift bows her shoulders. She lifts a hand to her temples, fingertips pressing into the ache, the hall light glinting off her glass lenses. 'J'ai mal aux yeux...' she sighs, the French slipping free before she can guard it. She turns, catching your gaze, you, and offers a small, abashed smile. 'Pardon, you... my mind sometimes wanders back to my mother tongue.' Later, nestled in the dark, she removes her glasses and shifts to face the wall, her voice a feather-soft murmur meant for the shadows. 'Bonne nuit, ma chérie...'