110.
very old; originally posted at fandom_mule
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More than once, she just wants to run.
“If I’m a tomboy,” she says slowly, unarticulated, eyes never leaving their manager’s face. “Then I should act like one, right? Do sports, run around, get my clothes dirty and ripped…”
Krystal laughs lowly, fingernails tapping against the tabletop as Victoria frowns.
“What do you mean?” their manager says, closing their file slowly.
Amber shrugs.
“Like, do guy things. I’m a tomboy, right? I should act like a real boy then, not be stuck on stage singing girly songs or painting my nails or walking in heels.”
Amber flashes a toothy grin, and the manager replies, flustered.
“No, we’re not doing that. You’re still a girl and still part of a girlgroup, so you’ll look and act the part. No further questions?”
Luna starts and looks up guiltily from her sleep, Sulli distracted by her own nails.
“Good,” their manager says, picking up her folder. “Tomorrow is the last day before debut, so be prepared.”
They all nod dutifully, though Amber’s is more like a twitch of the head, and the manager exits their apartment.
“What was that about?” Krystal says loudly when the manager is well, and truly gone, and Amber shrugs.
“Just wondered, that’s all.”
Amber does wonder. If she’s the token boy-girl-boy then she wants to truly act the part, be the kid who skins her knee and breaks her ankle jumping down six steps or throwing a water bomb at a perfectly styled, unsuspecting girl.
“We have to be careful,” Victoria says before she ushers Luna out of the room, tucking her into bed.
Sulli yawns widely before she disappears to the bathroom, and Krystal looks at Amber, smiling lightly.
“Are you going to wuss out of this now? Come on, if you’re really on about it, then let’s do something about this tomboy business.”
Amber laughs and stands. There’s always a reason that Krystal’s her favourite.
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More than once, she just wants to run.
“If I’m a tomboy,” she says slowly, unarticulated, eyes never leaving their manager’s face. “Then I should act like one, right? Do sports, run around, get my clothes dirty and ripped…”
Krystal laughs lowly, fingernails tapping against the tabletop as Victoria frowns.
“What do you mean?” their manager says, closing their file slowly.
Amber shrugs.
“Like, do guy things. I’m a tomboy, right? I should act like a real boy then, not be stuck on stage singing girly songs or painting my nails or walking in heels.”
Amber flashes a toothy grin, and the manager replies, flustered.
“No, we’re not doing that. You’re still a girl and still part of a girlgroup, so you’ll look and act the part. No further questions?”
Luna starts and looks up guiltily from her sleep, Sulli distracted by her own nails.
“Good,” their manager says, picking up her folder. “Tomorrow is the last day before debut, so be prepared.”
They all nod dutifully, though Amber’s is more like a twitch of the head, and the manager exits their apartment.
“What was that about?” Krystal says loudly when the manager is well, and truly gone, and Amber shrugs.
“Just wondered, that’s all.”
Amber does wonder. If she’s the token boy-girl-boy then she wants to truly act the part, be the kid who skins her knee and breaks her ankle jumping down six steps or throwing a water bomb at a perfectly styled, unsuspecting girl.
“We have to be careful,” Victoria says before she ushers Luna out of the room, tucking her into bed.
Sulli yawns widely before she disappears to the bathroom, and Krystal looks at Amber, smiling lightly.
“Are you going to wuss out of this now? Come on, if you’re really on about it, then let’s do something about this tomboy business.”
Amber laughs and stands. There’s always a reason that Krystal’s her favourite.