It’s just been there, sitting in her head. Because she always has randomness sitting atop of her tongue and sometimes she finds someone to share it with, sometimes she doesn’t. She thinks it’s the way it surprises people, like how Jennie seemed to relax for that one second where Hyuna asked her the most ridiculous question. It makes her smile a little, lean over as she crosses her arms in order to plop her chin down against them. 

“Do we need to keep formalities?” So she says even though her own tone is kind of reserved too, but it’s because she’s being careful, trying to see if it’ll be welcomed first before she just throws herself in it. 

“You can call me Unnie and seriously, it makes me feel old when you go all Hyuna-ssi on me, aaaah, I don’t want to be ooold.” She sighs, feeling childish and letting out a small laugh as her mind wanders back to the question that’s redirected back at her with a hum. 

“I once spent 24 hours sleeping. and I woke up with the feeling of wanting to sleep again.” But she was sick then, recovering from a cold and this was one of the few breaks she’d been allowed during her promotion. So even though it was anormal everyone around her just let her be during that time, it’s true that she likes company and her job and everything she does. But that must have been one of the most peaceful moment she ever got in these few years. 

She wasn’t used to the formalities to begin with. Often times she’s being mistaken for talking down on people because it slips her. Back where she lived, there were no honorifics to keep in mind and the friends she had of the same heritage were almost just as foreign to the esteem conveying connotations. So she feels relieved and it shows with how a smile is left after she sighs. 

“Alright, alright. I just didn’t wanna give you a bad first impression. You know people think I’m a bully, right?” nervous laughter exudes past her lips that bore a shy smile, the comment meant in jest still somehow leaving her with bitter thoughts. “Of course! No one wants to be old but heol~ you’re old at all. It’s just me speaking as a hoobae.” she reassures the female with a firm nod.

Eyes widen and the back of her hand finds itself covering her soft laughter. “12 more hours and you would have been in a coma!” she’s shocked, but the enthusiasm over the other during her story held her back from a something of a scolding. “But ah… that’s what happens when you sleep for more than 8 hours. It’s exhausting. It’s why I try not to.” And for a moment, she wonders if her nurse friend had rubbed onto her, what with her talking like a student that cares about her health. She didn’t exactly but she had to worry about self-care more now. More and more as the debut approaches, even though unknown was a specific date.