“My gingerbread house keeps falling.”
origin: grinch-y sentence startersfrom: @offsdefstatus: accepting
It’s a semi-standing disaster and Hyolyn barely puts any effort toward a sympathetic expression or a consoling pat on the shoulder. One glance at Jaebeom’s gingerbread house is sufficient to know that thing won’t be standing up for much longer; in fact, she becomes increasingly concerned that if she even dares to breathe anywhere near it, the walls would crumble and it’d be too far gone for any restoration whatsoever. She leans her head this way and that as if trying to find an angle that would prop up the whole structure but a good enough solution doesn’t cross her mind - can’t cross her mind, given the state of it. Sure, hers is hardly any better, a little wobbly and crumbly in parts, but it still looks as if it’d hold steady for at least one photo; a small snapshot to prove she does have some patience, even if only a little. But her hands are sugary and sticky with icing and it wouldn’t be a wild guess on her behalf to think she may have furrowed her brow so much, the crease on her forehead would become a permanent thing. But hey, at least she can call her gingerbread house a definite gingerbread house, no?
“It’s because you haven’t done it properly, Jaebeom-ah” she notes and hovers a finger around the edges of the house’s walls - with her breath held, of course; what if that thing falls right there and then? “Look at how little icing you’re putting between the shapes! I’m surprised it hasn’t already crumbled to gingerbread biscuits. Here, try it again. There’s more icing in the box it came in and besides, weren’t you the one who wanted to have a shot? It wouldn’t be right if my half-assed house is...well, a house and yours is anything but.” She’s bragging, she knows, but it’s not like she can sugarcoat it. Quite honestly, there’s something triumphant about it despite her earlier protests towards the activity.
