❛ You want to ruin our fun that bad? ❜
Examining the split ends of damaged bleach blonde hair, an exhalation escapes in silent protest. Seulji does not desire to divert in such baseless arguments, especially not if such petty things will satisfy him. His suggestions were dull; definitions of ‘fun’ varied for the pair– his seemingly are more conventional, more ‘in-the-box’ – and they are unable to settle on any form of entertainment. How she’d much prefer to cozy up on a couch and consume conspiracies from books or documentaries or even uncertified sources on the internet. These desires are not voiced, for she is aware that ridicule shall be the retaliation.
Kicking legs out from underneath, exasperation evident in the faint hum which spills from cherry red lips, the oddity stretches in nonchalant notion. “ You, my friend, are very annoying. ” So much for not avoiding such conflicts. But she doesn’t stop – oh no, of course not! Once she gets started she can never be silenced. “ Of course I don’t want to ruin our fun but honestly, why would anyone want to go to bowling? Or an ice rink? Or any of those things. Anyhow, I heard that there are some sort of chemicals in the food there – the same stuff the government use to make us commoners stupid – and that their surroundings are infected by a gross mucus-like bacteria made by scientist to weaken our immune systems. ”
Blabbering on about a subject she suspects irritates him (and everyone else in her conspiracy-centred life), the indifference falters upon her face and is replaced with a diffident sort of expression. Well, she’s got to warn him right? His fun is pretty dangerous after all.
