#also this got a little long askjfd;

[dvpendable]

› growing together with @fataldcse . . . 🌱

(tw: mentions of blood and minor injuries such as cuts and scrapes)

the remnants of a terracotta flower pot are strewn all over the outside of the apartment building - broken into both big and small, chunky pieces, all scattered around the ground alongside some fresh produce. at the center of the mess sits danbi, looking a little worse for wear and bewildered at how the scene had unfolded. it all happened so fast - one second, she was holding the flower pot she had picked up from glaazed alongside her groceries, heading into the building, and in the next, she had ended up on the concreate right before getting through the doors with everything squished and torn and broken thrown about. she blinks, trying to piece everything together. for some reason, the last two minutes or so seem a little clouded, and she can't quite put her finger on what transpired - maybe she was just on autopilot and had caught her foot on something when she had turned to come inside, causing her to take such a spill. or maybe she'd just tripped over her own two feet or missed a stair leading up to the doors, having not been paying much attention with everything in her arms.

"ouch," she hisses softly, moving her legs once she finally regains her bearings, noticing that both her pant legs are torn at the knees, the ripped material revealing her skin, scratched and reddening. she raises her hands up to see her palms are in the same condition, most likely having instinctively put them in front of her to brace herself. danbi wasn't one to consider herself to be a clumsy person - she's not the most agile, sure, but she isn't completely uncoordinated. but it seems that once in a while these days, she's a little more ungraceful than usual and will maybe drop something or lose her footing and bump into the wall.

danbi exhales gently, pressing the back of her hand to her forehead. she wonders if maybe she's been taking on too much lately, having been picking up more shifts since a lot of her colleagues wanted to get out and enjoy the carnival, not to mention working longer hours at fresh fields with the holidays approaching. but she doesn't have much time to linger on the idea, as she realizes someone is coming up behind her - no doubt another resident arriving home and wanting to get inside. she reaches out to try and clear some of the broken pieces in a hurry, only to slice her finger on a jagged edge.

"o-ouch," she says again, wincing a little before she tries to ignore the bright red beginning to pool at her digits. the blood drips down her fingers, but she simply glances over her shoulder and quickly apologizes to the other standing nearby, wanting to be quick about getting out of his way. "i'm sorry, i'll get this cleaned up in a second. just be careful heading inside, it wouldn't be good to step on any of the broken pieces."