#*f: gun.

Sitting atop the mattress with her back against the headboard and legs stretched out in front of her, she flipped a page of the fashion magazine she’d been poring over for the past ten minutes. “I agree,” she replied, lifting the magazine from her lap to take a closer look at a particular layout of photos. “Besides, when was the last time you’ve even seen me in pants? I’ll settle for skirts, dresses, or even leggings, but pants? I mean, I like being able to reach down and feel when my legs feel like dolphins, but that’s just me.”

{ txt } that... sounds interesting. { txt } what do you think of the song? { txt } WAIT ! { txt } grocery store? what-

{ txt } wh- { txt } i need context

it’s not as if her voice is already a bit high-pitched and squeaky, but the novelty of playing with helium balloons and potentially hearing the other with a squeaky voice was more than enough motivation for her. with arms carrying bags of chips and bottles of yogurt drinks, ishiko couldn’t really control much of her movements he moment he took hold of her hand, but she followed along while working to prevent any of the items in her hand from falling. “um... i don’t think they sell any balloons here, but there’s a store that sells party favors four doors down,” she reasoned. “let’s get these things first, go there, then have fun, yeah?”  

{ sms:gunnie } Thank you, Gunnie! { sms:gunnie } Are we, now? That’s great! I wanted to go out tonight after dinner, so I’m excited you guys are finally coming out with me ; A ; { sms:gunnie } DID YOU JUST. { sms:gunnie } YAH.  { sms:gunnie } I love you too, you big dummy. See you tonight~

Her lips are still turned downward in a pout, hands in her lap as she played with the frayed ends of her blanket. She’s not usually the jealous type, but there were always exceptions to every rule, especially when it came to the people she lived with. “I know you can’t drop those plans, friend,” she murmured, her eyebrows lightly furrowed as she turned her head to face him. It does placate her a little to hear that he wanted to make it up to her, though. “…Yeah, I’ll be free tomorrow. I guess we could postpone until then. Just promise you won’t bail on me again, okay?” For emphasis, she lifted her hand up, holding out her pinky to him.

”You’re cruel, Joo Gun,” she whined between fits of giggles, swatting at his hand as he pinched her hip. “Yah!” She couldn’t even be mad or serious with him, especially with how lovable Gun was. Relaxing on the floor, her hand moved up from its place on his shoulder blade, instead running her fingers through his hair absentmindedly while listening to him. “Well, not too much taller. Maybe a couple centimeters, but nothing drastic.” At the mention of the photo, Ishiko snorted, her other hand lifting to smack her palm over her face. “Gunnie, you’re already sending semi-naked photos? If that doesn’t say you want someone, I don’t know what will.” With a sigh, she tilted her head, humming quietly while continuing to card her fingers through his blond locks. “I think you need to realize that you’re worth more than you think you’re worth,” she murmured, pausing to tilt her head down and face him. “Have some faith, friend.”

{ txt:gunnie } Why do you and Insu oppa both have bruises? Insu has a black eye and you guys expect me to think you guys were rough housing? Don’t lie to me.