kyokih:
There’s something hilarious about the phrase that left the female’s lips to sink into his ears, maybe because it has been spoken way too many times before, or maybe because he grew used to such unusual word by now. As a low chuckle escapes past thin pair of lips, the male’s hand raised from his side, reaching to tap the the female’s nose with a small shake of his head. It was still funny, yet he couldn’t quite comprehend just what did people mean by weird–well, Thomas Oh was indeed aware of his awkward behavior, but there was still a curiosity sparkling towards the reason and as to how people saw him to make usage of such words. Most of all, it was something to live with, accept and embrace because, isn’t normal boring?
“Oh, Hana, dear–if I was to get money for each time I heard that phrase, I would probably be really rich by now.“
She should start counting how many times that insult ( compliment, depending on how the older takes it ) spills out of her lips. Probably a good seven, eight times by now. Nevertheless, she genuinely means her comment. He was an odd one. Not that it was particularly bad since she prefers those who were unusually strange, people who stuck out like a thumb. Because she was the weird one as well. At least that’s one thing she has in common with this so-called-older brother.
❝Does this mean I have to start paying for every time I call you that now?❞ Sarcasm coats along the inquiry, a mischievous glint in her dark irises when speaking to Thomas. Index fingers pressing into the center of her cheeks, slowly deepening the pressure. Pointing directly to herself and another string of words spill out of her mouth. ❝It’s okay, I’m weird too. I probably got that shit from you.❞














