#gmxskye

"but you're so comfy?" jinah kept her legs draped over the other girl's lap, resting her head on her shoulder and snuggling close. normally she wasn't really into physical contact like this, but jinah had a drink or two before movie night and was feeling quite cuddly. "just let me nuzzle you some more, cutie." jinah pushed her lips into a pout, trying to act cute to get what she wanted.

helmet affixed on tyche's cranium, she dashes through the night; moon still young with eternal youth spread over the capital of genosha ( a city so autonomous in her perception ). her vehicle brings her down a road, which is illuminated by the oddly unreal light of the moon. beneath the moonlight, all sounds bare a reverberation. the thunderous sound of her own motorcycle, followed by other vehicles and unnecessary chatters of the living mutants. she abruptly lessens her motorcycle's speed once faced with the flash of a red light between green and yellow, eyes venturing upon citizens that are scattered on different streets as a form of time consumption. there are people associating with their dates, florists with their withered flowers, and there is one who stands out the most; like a glimmering pearl buried deep in a sea of utter darkness... one who ambles purposelessly on the streets, almost collapsing against a lamppost—movements similar to a drunk, but the person's expression tells otherwise. squinting both of her eyes, the ghoul doesn't realize the stoplight's transition into green. however, she slowly moves her motorcycle near the congested sidewalk ( everyone walks pass the poor girl, although they do not care ), and stops without any doubts— "are you... alright?"

tyche’s lost count of how many times she’s looked at the clock above the kitchen counter. last she checked, it was 11:24, but somewhere between the boisterous giggles and unnecessary jokes, it’s become 11:40. she’s currently in the dining room with a few friends over, and by now, she only wants to them to go home because they’ve been here for far too long.they’re playing a sort of non-stop version of ‘truth and dare’, and nothing mischievous withdraws from her due to the fact that she despises this game. it takes a couple of turns until they targeted tyche; nose scrunched up in distaste—she says ‘dare’. the entire room practically gasp."call someone! call anyone and tell them the most sick pick-up line ever.” someone says from the back, and she immediately shudders. in the end, she’s obliged to do so; dial a random number, completely embarrass herself with the whole ‘pick-up line’ nonsense, and probably die.her heart drops to the pit of her stomach once the number connects. there’s at least twenty seconds of pure silence before she composes herself, “…did it h-hurt? when you… you fell from heaven…?”— the only pick-up line she cares to know.hang up, hang up, hang the fuck up, jo eunhee.