Stepping outside the store, Soojung yawns and it’s just that what it takes: as soon as she closes her eyes, parting her lips and lifting her head to cover them, something hits her shoulders and it’s for very few she doesn’t fall on her butt; and for that, the red-haired is thankful there’s a wall - or actually, the door - she can hold into, her fast reflexes also making her even more grateful than ever.

At the bump, the mermaid can’t help but stay there, hand clutching the firm material and only turning around when she hears a rather melodic voice - almost as if the person was singing instead of speaking - and she glances at the girl with short hair and then at the jacket she held close to her body, where a small fluffy white ball kept shield.

“That’s alright, don’t worry…” She starts, but soon stops her words and still gazing at the ball, she knits her eyebrows together. “What’s that?”