Teddy had this way of always making Yerin feel like an idiot, or a little kid - or both. She didn't know how he managed it, but he did, and she didn't appreciate it. With just about everyone else, she
was the rational one, but with him, she somehow got demoted to the stupid and energetic one. How did that happen? Then again, she may have always gotten annoyed about it, but she was
still hanging out with him now and again, and making a point to say hi when she saw him, so... in the end, wasn't it at least partially her fault?
"You must be loads of fun at parties," Yerin commented at her friend's cynicism, as if she were the type of person to attend parties and to know about what types of people were fun at them (she didn't, but that didn't mean she was stupid enough to think that someone with that attitude would be a welcome addition to one, either). "You take things way too seriously, you know that?" Teddy was the only person she knew who would overthink something thoughtless to that degree. Maybe it was an endearing quality and meant he could be thoughtful about other things too, but she somehow doubted it.
"So you've made a decisive effort at letting me know you're not scared of zombies... unless that was your way of trying to hide the fact that you are, which, while an amusing idea, I doubt...." Yerin pondered, finally getting back to the point which had somehow been avoided, "...so what is it that you're hiding from?" or who, she supposed. Regardless, she was still deciding whether she should help him or not. She guessed she should. She'd lost Brian at this point, so she could at least hang out with Teddy until she was able to retrieve her twin, wherever he'd wandered off to. The longer she could stay out of the dorm at this rate, the better - secret relationships seemed to be the soup of the day around VWE, and Yerin's freshly-dyed hair was going to end up grey by the end of a week if she spent too much time around it all.
Quite frankly, it terrified her - what was so special about dating that all those people - including her own group members, at this point - would think about jeopardising their careers for them? Nothing, that was what. They hadn't even debuted yet, and already... no, she didn't want to think about it. That was one of the many reasons why she wasn't in the dorm right then. She was meant to be keeping her mind off it, not thinking about it again. At least she knew she'd never be that stupid - wait, no. Now she sounded like Teddy. She'd only been around him for a few minutes, and she was starting to think in that horrible condescending tone that he always talked to her in? This was off to a bad start.
"Proud, huh?" said Yerin, resisting the urge to tell him that a well-placed kick to the throat would certainly aid in getting him a stutter, if that's what he wanted. "So does that mean you're jealous, since I've stolen your spot as a short twerp? Because that was you until... I don't know, but not that long ago. Also, I'm not short." Just to clarify. Because, you know. She was on the shorter side of average, but she was definitely... average. Right? Right. "Cute?" she repeated, wondering if she'd actually heard his cryptic words correctly, and then deciding to treat them as offensive ones just in case. "I am. I'm a fucking delight, I'll have you know. You should start being more appreciative of my company." she could almost hear her ballerina mother sighing in the background - she got riled up too easily these days when certain cynical friends were involved, and that brought out a not-so-cute or ladylike side that her mother wasn't a fan of. Good thing she wasn't around to see it, and if Brian was there, he'd definitely support her.
Oh yeah, Brian. Where was he, anyway? "I did not!" retorted the redhead. "Well, maybe a little, but I was only trying to be nice and say hi, and look at where that got me." a rude friend, that was what. "It's the least you could do, since it's kinda your fault that I lost - hey!" she'd started before realising fully what he'd said, and now that she did, she was less impressed with his helping hand - or helping hands, as they literally turned out to be when she found herself being pushed through the crowd like a human shopping trolley. "For the last time, I'm not short!" she said, her tone exasperated as she tried to drag her heels a bit to keep him from propelling her forward. His twiggy little arms couldn't have that much strength in them, right? Though her twiggy little legs didn't have much to be said for them, either....