#* answer :

soomi’s jaw would drop if it wasn’t currently full of the said food. she almost chokes, but manages to gulp it down, staring at gongchan with wide eyes.

“i like them! am i considered no one?” she narrows her eyes at the boy, taking another bite, very nearly tearing the calzone in two. 

“how can you say that no one likes them? you said it yourself. it’s pizza! who doesn’t like pizza? everyone loves pizza. in any shape or form. pizza is amazing.” and then she stops, looks into the distance for a second, gears working in her mind until her gaze refocuses on gongchan. “well, unless you’re lactose intolerant and can’t have cheese on your pizza. which is kinda tragic, so i’d understand.” 

she’s not sure if she ever said the word pizza so many times in under a minute. she must’ve broken a world record, but it’s kinda expected, since the only things soomi ever got passionate about were food, animation and harry potter. 

wendy’s words are tempting, but for some reason soomi remembers that old spice commercial - although her mind alters it a tiny bit.

look at your money. now back to the boba shop. now back at your money. sadly, you’re short on money.

it’s not that soomi is completely broke, but often times she thinks she just might be bordering on bankruptcy. but then her paycheck comes in and all is right with the world, even if it might be just for a month. or, well. a few weeks? oh, alright. days. 

ah, the life of an independent adult woman. it’s not exactly what she expected, mainly because she hoped she’d have an actual stable job by the time she was 20, but you can’t always get what you want. besides, she told her dad that she’d be fine, and, well. she is. kinda.

“i dunno, we already spent so much today…” she looks down at the bags in her hands, which were filled with mostly socks, because soomi seems to have a penchant for losing socks. interestingly enough, she always loses just one. not that she minds wearing different colored socks, but it gets annoying after a while. 

but she caves in the end, because soomi is possibly the biggest bubble tea addict ever. “oh, alright. but if i’m unable to pay my rent this week i’ll be knocking at your door at 2A.M. to ask for money. and, in the worst case scenario, a place to stay.”

at first, the very thought makes soomi cringe. only sai would be able to gulp down something without a care, assume it’s wine, and later realize the concoction he just drank was vinegar. only sai. 

“seriously? what the fuck?” her expression is a grimace, and she’s unsure if she’s disgusted or amused. something in between. “isn’t vinegar, like, highly acidic? how come your esophagus isn’t destroyed?” 

the crease between her eyebrows becomes even more prominent, because she’s... well, flabbergasted that someone is capable of actually drinking an entire bottle of vinegar, because just like most sour things, vinegar makes soomi squint and seize up, and it makes her make a very, very ugly face. but everyone’s reaction to sour things is like that, isn’t it?

( OUTGOING → PUSSYDESTROYER666 )

9:10PM

what’s with that tone… also can you chill i can literally FEEL you glaring at me from under that pile of blankets

once she taps her screen (maybe a little too hard) to send the message,  she rolls her eyes as though annoyed, but few things really annoy soomi, except for really slow walkers and mosquito bites. and mosquitoes in general, but that’s beyond the point.

she moves closer to the blanket fort the two set up… but somehow they got distracted by their phones, which isn’t really that surprising because let’s face it, isn’t that how most get-togethers end up these days? 

there’s a grunt as she crawls inside, as though it required a whole lot of exertion. and, well, it kinda did, since soomi isn’t very athletic.

( OUTGOING → JUNGDELACREME )

7:05PM

sometimes you say things and i’m not sure if i should be amused or worried??? what the fuck

7:06PM

( OUTGOING → SKY(UKINE) )

6:52PM

okay but i didn’t even know you had a cat??? why doesn’t anyone ever tell me anything

6:53PM