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marceline.
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she lets him have silence for a few more minutes before breaking that across her knee.
“wanna order pizza?”
it’s a miracle they’ve gone this long with not a crack seen in what they have. he has half a mind to tell her that they’d let each other go thank you very much, but he decides that would be more childish and do little except give her something to laugh about. “would you want to hang around somebody who couldn’t graduate because of a little fun?” he asks. “i don’t see why you can’t give me hickies whilst i study but whatever. virtues and all that.”
he huffs at her, lips pursed at a girl who has luxury dripping off of her and probably more future plans at aged eighteen than he has now. in fact, marceline’s someone that jiheon probably shouldn’t even dare to look at but here he is with her prettily seated in his lap. “sounds like an easy decision for someone like you. for someone like me, however,” he tilts his head, “if i do that, i might as well sign my death warrant.”
“and that would be a tragedy?” he phrases it like a question when they both know it’s a clear statement, clipped at the sides with mirth. he doesn’t even find it within him to do anything when she has the audacity to pull his sweatshirt over, a chaste kiss to his jaw and that’s it. he feels the cool air against bare skin and sighs, a picture perfect example of someone used to her ways. “of course you’ll always be here. there’s not a single other person i could trust to flip a page for me and leave me half naked.”
he pauses. “... you know me too well. the usual, yeah?”









