perfect day for some mayhem
“you sure you can keep up? do ya haf’ta put on that catsuit again so you can?” he turns to joohyun with a cheeky grin, a shit-eating grin, and he just knows it’s her favorite. for good measure, he’s stretching his arms out, swinging them over her head on purpose to bother her and swatting at her ponytail like a child. around joohyun, he pretty much is one. a child. a brat. the idiot friend to her broccoli head existence.
reaching out to lightly grab her arm, he’s abrupt as he starts to shake it, grin wide and proud as he continues to nag her, “huh? do ya? do ya, punk?” there’s times he thinks of how being friends with her helped keep him sane too during the in-between times, that being around her reminds him of being home and he’s [very ironically] calmer because of it. this isn’t it.
moving behind her, he grabs her other arm, swinging them above her and waving them around. “or are ya gonna dance like this and hope for the best? do you remember? this was your move when you were little. pretending to be a jellyfish when you’re just a vegetable.”
