941024 : the day an angel was born.
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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941024 : the day an angel was born.
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Nice one
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“Sometimes I got this weird imagination that even I, myself, don’t understand. And also, don’t worry. I don’t catch things easily at times too, so we’re fair?” She assured the older as she playfully wiggles her brows, letting out a small chuckles afterwards. “Nothing can beat the food you love, really. It’s like your everything.. Your only companion in life, your only hope.” She clutches her chest rather playfully, before pulling in the older one in the shop. “Are you really sure… You can change your decision while it’s still early..”
“How is that fair? You’re still a star!” She chuckles at the comment, snorting in laughter. “Okay, sorry. I just mean it’s okay if we both take a little while to understand stuff. The important thing is that we understand it anyway.” Her lips curved up in a sly smile, lightly nudging the younger’s side. “When you put it like that. Food shall and will forever be, our only companion in life. Our soulmate. Not that I don’t agree. Oh pft. Do you really want me to change my decision? I’m paying, that’s final. I’m feeling extra nice today. I’m even throwing in dessert, let’s just agree to eat until we’re full.”
that fucking smile ©
“But- the ruffles are the main point. If I focus on adding color, what’s the point of adding texture? It’ll become a statement piece instead of a layering piece.” She groaned at the suggestion before taking a seat. “There is no way i’m taking off ruffles, I know what I’m doing.”
“I didn’t say to remove it completely. I said tone it down.” Her arms crossed over her chest with a slight shake of her head before slouching back on her seat. “It’s your project anyways and I’m just throwing out some ideas. If you think that much ruffles would look nice, be my guest. I just think it would look overly decorated.”
“oh, thank god.” the words slipped out his mouth so easily now that he was speaking his mother tongue, prominent accent making it clear he’s british. he turned around to face the source of the voice, smiling bright once he spotted the lady. “i- just a little, don’t mind me.” he rubbed the back of his neck and smiled sheepishly.
“not the words i’d use but okay.” she chuckles, nodding her head the slightest. his smile was contagious so she found herself smiling as well. “if you are, you better tell me where you’re going, i’ll help you out. free of charge.”
It was certainly an odd sight to behold, a plate of spaghetti covered in a black, murky sauce. The scent was a bit strange, hitting the nostrils with a strong note. ❝Are you doubting me? Yes, it’s supposed to look like that. It’s squid ink! Anyway, you agreed to try this for me before I run the idea by my boss.❞ He set it down, jabbing a fork into the mound of pasta before shredding cheese over it. ❝Okay, tell me what you think. Is it too weird?❞
“Actually I am. Right now. Just by a bit though.” Her nose scrunches the slightest, still staring at the plate he was holding out to her. “Are you sure this is good? I mean I love food and this is the first time I’ve seen this.” She grabs the fork that he had offered earlier, poking at the pasta. “Okay, let’s see...” She twists her fork against the plate, collecting some of the pasta before placing it in her mouth, chewing slowly. “.... It’s... uhm...”
I guess I thought I could entertain the idea of being happy for a while.
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yura with short hair.
“Ah…” Minhee scratched her head with the slightly awkward chortle since there were so many delivery crevices that she worked at that it was hard to tell. “All sorts of. Starting from the pizza restaurants ending with more traditional.” When she was just starting having financial problems the young woman was taking any work she could find and didn’t hesitate to quit if someone was offering her more money. “I don’t mind it at all. I am quite of a talker as well.” She smiled sweetly at the female beside her, genuinely enjoying her presence.
Her lips pulled up in a wide smile at the mention of pizza. “Hey, why not eat some pizza. I think that’s a good choice. I know this place that I frequent... although it’s a bit far from here, I hope you don’t mind us walking for a bit more.” She turned to look at the female, her smile faltering slightly. “If you’re a talker too then I guess it would be good company. It’s usually weird if I’m the only one talking... like most of the situations I’ve been in.”
Jealous messages
[MSG]: Did you have fun with you-know-who last night?
[MSG]: I guess my company doesn't interest you any more.
[MSG]: What do you see in that guy/girl?
[MSG]: (S)he's kind of hot... you think?
[MSG]: Is he bigger than me?
[MSG]: When's the wedding?
[MSG]: I heard you and ___ are an item.
[MSG]: Is there... someone else?
[MSG]: I never agreed to an open relationship!
[MSG]: Does she do that thing that I do for you?
[MSG]: I see you'll flirt with just about anyone.
[MSG]: I'm a fool for thinking I was special to you.
[MSG]: How serious is it between you two?
[MSG]: You've been spending a lot of time with ___ recently.
[MSG]: So you tell all girls/guys that, I see.
[MSG]: So that's your type, huh?
[MSG]: Who's better in bed, me or him/her?
[MSG]: I can't bear to see you with someone else.
[MSG]: You're just a slut.
[MSG]: Just curious... not like I'm jealous or anything...