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2 AM TEXT (✉)
(KKT—문재) I just realized you’re like two letters away from being the President(KKT—문재) What a close call
UNSENT TEXT (↻)
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DRUNK TEXT (❧)
(KKT—문재) You remind me of durians(KKT—문재) Spiky on the ouside but not all that bad once yuo get to the actual flavor.(KKT—문재) U smell like a gym sock too. probably when you sweat like a goon
SCARED/CONCERNED TEXT (☂)
(KKT—문재) Tell me you’re not cooking liver. (KKT—문재) You’re not, right? (KKT—문재) Right?
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Autumn chill has her several sweater layers deep and stuck indoors rather than venturing out, finding whatever excuse available to avoid braving the cold. An hour spent in a bleary, bed-head state, thirty minutes stuck between calling a day or dealing with the damn beast horns-first, and another five to finally leave the warm cocoon of her blankets. There’s no rest for the wicked, after all; less so, when time likes to play fickle.
His invitation is wedged in between two appointments booked for the afternoon. While Solji gets dressed, she turns it over in the back of her mind. Decisions, decisions. How much of an asshole does she want to be today, to even consider cancelling?
The fact that she makes it to his front door anyway, seems to speak for itself.
“Hi.”
Off comes the navy blue scarf as she enters, the ends tucked under the lapel of her trench coat. “I don’t think I can stay long—” It’s the start of an apology, but she’s cut off on the dot by a rich smell wafting from the stove. A pause to process, something that seems to say wait. She tosses him a quizzical look. “Are you cooking something?”
