Crashing at anyone’s place usually meant that he’d be out the door before the person even wakes up, but Isaac’s making an exception for today. Instead, he’s got a bowl of chips in his arms (courtesy of Sanhee’s pantry) and is in no real rush to leave. The evening had gone on a little too long and he had one too many drinks. Going home to his apartment, the same one without any heating, seems like a grim prospect and he isn’t interested. Not when he can stay a bit more and indulge himself a little.
Sanhee was making it too easy for him. "Just how much do you love me, huh?” He asks back with a laugh, taking the carefully rolled joint from between his lips. Isaac’s got his phone out, scrolling through all the pictures from last night. He doesn’t remember much and knows that’s for the best. “Honey,” He winces. Laughs. Take’s another hit. “You’re probably better off sleeping. These pictures… oh boy.”
sanhee falls back into the comforts of her own bed, pulling the covers up to her head to block out the light and isaac’s voice. the bed embraces her warmly and it’s almost impossible to hold a conversation. “mmm… a lot.” she replies without much thought, turning on her side so her face is facing the other. she’s starting to feel the headache blare against her temples but she’s way too sleepy to deal with it right now. the warmth and the softness of the bed feels ethereal to the girl, but when the older mentions of photos from last night, she immediately shoots up, throwing the sheets off of her before making her way towards him. “what pictures?” it’s almost as if the sleep has been shaken off her immediately. she doesn’t remember much from last night and from experience, photos are never good when you don’t remember them being taken. “let me see them.” she demands, eyes glancing at his phone screen.













