( text ) sounds good. or banana milk if you have any ^^
It’s almost like he can see the smile in her words, or is it the emoticon. It’s definitely the emoticon. But he’s wearing one of his own, one that reads pride mostly for not having done anything wrong—or read something wrong.
Something like that. Still, at least he’s not holding anything suspicious when he gets out and goes for the kitchen. To look for what—for his mother of course. Jinri mentioning banana milk gave him an idea that he has to put to good use. He does find his mother in the kitchen, she’s always supervising everything.
"Mom, my one and only, the most precious mother of all times." He’s saying that, wrapping his arms around her and pressing his cheek against hers and he knows that she knows. He wants something.
"Can I have some banana milk?" He asks when she gives him the look that says spill, and really she makes the best ones, clearly he’d rather have them homemade than have to buy some that wouldn’t do the trick at all. Although Haerim’s ultimate favourite is the strawberry one.
But then she’s wearing a frown, that says she’s suspicious of what his intentions are, “Is it for you?”
"Of course!" Best course of action is to not hold eye contact for too long, because she’s moving around the kitchen and Haerim proceeds to hop on a free counter even though she gives him a reprimanding look but she lets him be anyway. He then pretends that the texts he has to send is the most interesting thing ever just to avoid the eye contact. Avoid the eye contact and his soul will not be revealed to his mother’s expertise on discovering everyone’s secrets.
[ m s g ]→ jinri: so it might take awhile, think you can wait for a bit, not die? [ m s g ]→ jinri: or you could always come home, and have some homemade banana milk. [ m s g ]→ jinri: only if you want of course, if not then I’ll come by. But you’ll have to text me your address.
