"i love you too," she mimics the monotone in jeongguk's voice before leaning over to lie her head next to his, peering at the screen. "already at level 43, hm? gee, i hope you saved recently." so without further ado, seulgi takes it upon herself to jab her finger against the console's power button. 

the screen goes black, then it all happens in slow motion.

jeongguk's eyes seem to grow to the size of dinner plates. 

the angry pokemaster rises from his tomb, seeking vengeance.

and seulgi braces for impact, fleeing to the other side of the lounge.

"hey hey hey! help me make a mii!" her arms shoot up as well as the octaves, shielding herself from her best friend's barrage of attacks.

"you already did. in fact, it probably looks better than you!"

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"i don't want people thinking this was me," seulgi says, now deliberating her preference of hairstyle. 

"except me," jeongguk interjects, settled down, but no doubt in the midst of planning his next ambush on her.

"yes. that's why we speak none of this, friend."

"what -- what kind of friend are you?" jeongguk's face is priceless; genuinely bemused. seulgi wants to snap a picture of it to make the new confused black girl meme ( but she doesn't want him to gain that much of a head start in fame ).

"one called petch."

"petch?"

"a variation of peach ... that's as fucked up as her face."

"fitting for you."

"thanks," seulgi flashes him a sarcastic grin, shoving the controller into his stomach. "your turn."

he recovers quickly though, snatching the controller up before positioning his face in front of the camera. but this time, seulgi is spiteful -- because he throws a deliberately disgusting expression, and mii maker still seems to favour him over her. at least it was kind of cute... if she squinted. but it was still better than her's -- where she'd close her eyes and only then would it look better.

"what the hell is this," she yells, irate but also unable to fight off the unbelieving smile that tugs at the corners of her lips.