#*subcons.txt

“i don’t watch tv, sorry.” yuna replied, scratching the nape of her neck in embarrassment. she couldn’t afford cable, and her phone was a better entertainment device than of a screen filled with advertisements no one gave fucks for.

“but i have netflix? just not the tv.”

“how do you have netflix but not tv?” the girl munches on the popcorn handfuls. butter sticks to her hand and she licks them off to savor the flavor. leaning against the seat, she looks at her friend quizzically. “don’t you need and id or card for that? i think it’s kind of complicated for us cards to make an account.”