#palette.writing

“i’m going to die.”

and she procceds to plop over the small table and break down in what seems to be a sorrowful keyboard smash. almost automatically, tohru rolls her eyes.

"give her a break, unnie,” after having to remain silent for longer than she’s used to, yeji decides she can allow herself to disregard her own homework for a second and stick her nose into arrow and tohru’s bussiness, an absolute shit-eating grin drawn all over her pretty face. “she has way too much on her plate for her only braincell to handle.”

“i mean,” of course, jules has to butt in as well. “arrow unnie can barely read or write in thailand, i don’t know what makes you think she can do a 3 pages essay in korean.” 

yeji can’t stifle a cackle, and when jules mindlessly raises a hand, she inmediatly highfives back. fucking brats.

“oh my god why you guys only get along when it comes to shit on me?” arrow, presumably over with her mental breakdown, now gasps dramatically with a hand above her chest. “it is that people’s suffering is the only way to bring you two closer?”

“okay, close is an overstatement,” jules points out, criptidly. “we’re just having fun at your expense.”

however, and for whatever reason, yeji’s gaze softens when her eyes meet jules’ and then places a hand over her shoulders, perhaps too fondly, before regarding to arrow. “she’s shy.”

“fuck off.”

it’s so in character of them, tohru can almost bask onto the homeliness of the situation. arrow whining and purposely being the comedic relief character she’s asigned herself to be in order to shy reality away and consequently the essay she procrastinated throughout the whole week, yeji and jules picking on her negative count of braincells at best and aiming for each other’s throats at worst, and tohru parenting on the three of them, as the designated mom friend and braincell-holder she was. it’s too easy, tohru muses, to fall back into routine... but duty calls, and homework wasn’t getting anywhere near to be finished, as far as she was concerned.

“ok, you two, enough with the bullying,” tohru chides, vehemently tapping her own pen to the table. “go back to your... what on earth are you doing?”

the youngests raise their brows (in a conspicuos, perfect sync), yet they don’t falter to exchange their exercise sheets with each other.

“uh, copying answers?” jules makes it sounds like she just asked the most idiotic thing ever.

“i did the first three pages and jules did the other three remaining.” yeji explains on their behalf. “it’s a strategic move. teamwork makes dreamwork... don’t give me that look, unnie. my pride is bruised enough for having to rely on jules, don’t do this to me.”

but tohru knows better, and just opts to let her disgust be known with a morose, prolongued sigh before burying her head back into her own books. she doesn’t fails to notice arrow growing impatient in her seat, though.

“toohru...”

“no.”

“i didn’t even say anything!”

“you need to do the essay, arrow, and that’s non-negotiable,” tohru condemns.

“but korean is too hard!" please, tohru knows how fucked up korean is. hangul wasn’t giving her the kindest time, either. “and i’m too dumb! maybe if i just... don’t...”

“you’ve pulled that stunt so many times already, arrow,” tohru doesn’t caves in. just for whose sake she’s being so unreleting, to begin with? “and you can’t afford you grades getting any lower than this.”

“damn, you really be calling me and my low ass gpa like that, huh...” unavoidably, arrow pouts. “i don’t even know what’s the big deal. i’m going to be your personal freeloader once we graduate, anyways.”

tohru blinks, and there’s a crack on her deadpan that lasts half of a second, “i... i fail to remember when we agreed to that.”

“weren’t you goint to marry me and give me belly rubs for the rest of our lifes?”

“that is, most likely, not happening—”

“wait, so now we’re living off tohru unnie like roaches?” yeji suddenly seems interested in the conversation. “i like the plan.”

“why are you guys suddenly into the ‘plan’?” tohru is not even sure where the whole thing is heading. and to be honest? she was past to care.

“look, i’m just saying that if you’re paying for arrow’s taxes then you’re paying for all our taxes,” yeji states, so matter of factly it makes tohru rolls her eyes for what feels like the millionth time. “we’re together in this shit for life, unnie.”

“oh my god,” jules snorts. “you guys are just not coaxing tohru unnie into being your sugar mommy, are you?”

tohru’s face finally breaks into utter indignation, while yeji and arrow seem to be bubbling with excitement.

“s-spare bank account?”

god, they’re the actual worst. “next person putting ‘sugar mommy’ and my name in the same sentence is getting hydrofluoric acid in their dinner.”