#pgyul

you’ve a good mind to tell auntie what a good girl yul is. you really mean it, too—like, what the heck? she brought you a welcome sign? it’s probably a page ripped out of one of the notebooks from her mountain of unused stationery? you can practically smell the permanent marker from here? 

you’re nearly moved to tears.

“yul,” you strut down to the clear barricades and gesture for her to walk with you, talk with you. “you didn’t. you did.” not much of a greeting, but surely she knows better by now than to expect one.

you happen to glance down at the monstrosity on her feet on the other side of the glass. ryubin might have commented; you, however, politely refrain.