A U R A

“you look like a genderbent jack frost.”

“at least i don’t look like aja from season nine when she looked like literal trash.”

“Oh, um, thanks,” she replied awkwardly. “I wish I could rap like you can, though. Your verses are always amazing.”

“that’s such bullshit-- the songs i’m in are about emojis.”

“red is the color of love. or something.”

“that makes literally no sense.”

“yeah but those are the only ones i can think of.”

“that’s just your fault.”

“you look like a second rate anime character.”

“you look like the wendy’s mascot.”

“i do it for me, not for you.”

“i still benefit though, hoe.”

“harin please.”

“you are, aren’t you?”

“dayoon and nathan intimidate me, charlie is under her arm, and i doubt dambi will give a shit.”

“...surely she’s fucked more people than that.”

“unfortunately. it could have saved me a lot of grief.”

“not my fault you’re dumb.”

“harin!”

“you’re not a baby. what, scared of sex?”

“god, a real blessing if you ask me.”

“honestly, what the fuck was that look.”

“that’s the point. that’s the whole joke,” he pointed out.

“sounds like a lame joke.”

“i’ve never been to manila. but i could probably find one.’

“that’s my guy.”

“Wouldn’t know, I’m barely a leader. Ask a real one.”

“kay, so i was right. fake title.”

“yeah, but i don’t want to go on the discount smtm girls’ club.”

“respect.”

“weird. i have pink hair.”

“and i’m a bigger cunt.”

“um….the cool style iris has? i really don’t know..”

“why red?”