#gringlebells

I made you a thing.

It’s not that eh—you were always pretty clever with URLs.

A perfect one too.

I miss you a lot.

'Ello.

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Nothing.

"... I swear to God, it's taking them forever to make those nuggets," Krystal mused aloud, her tone brimming with irritation. She'd swore to herself that if she counted down from a hundred and her nuggets still weren't done, she'd bring a goat in here and scare away all of their customers. See how they'd like that, slowpokes. Though, at the same time, she knew it wouldn't even make a dent in the general profits of McDonald's, the fast food restaurant she was currently lounging around in with Kyungri.

Despite her growing irritation, Krystal's expression remained melancholic. Lazy, unimpressed eyes glanced up from the table they were seated at and instead settled upon staring at one of the staff working at the register, making them uncomfortable the longer she stared without breaking contact. Bring me the nuggets, bring me the nuggets, bring me the nuggets, she chanted in her mind over and over again, as if she were trying to telepathically brainwash the guy. The poor guy who just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Though Krystal's shark week may have been over, the initial aggravation that had built up over that week had not left her yet and was thus making every small hindrance to her turn into something big enough to really puff her jigglies.

If she was getting this mad over nuggets, one can only imagine how infuriated she became when she heard what Kyungri had to tell her today; something about some certain people who were being irrationally cruel to her. Just thinking about it, Krystal found her jaw clenching a little tighter, and the thought of her nuggets completely left her mind. Two can play at that game. Irrational cruelty, that is. Krystal always prided herself on how rational she was, always thinking without bias, always fixing problems with calm finesse... But that also meant that she always controlled herself, controlled her emotions and kept them at bay. Bottled them up, as per the old cliche. And now? Now the lid has been lifted and she's momentarily allowing all her emotions to collide in a potentially psychotic whirlwind of anger and frustration. In a week she would be back to normal, most likely, with room again to smother her feelings for the next few months. But for now? Every little thing was enough to driver her into a frenzy if she thought about it long enough.

#I ALMOST FORGOT ABOUT THIS SONG. || hdu.