Do you know what Darth Vader looks like inside his suit? He's a skeleton. Just like the rest of us. ( chooji ft. drunk chaos )
♡ Ꮺ MEMES — ACCEPTING ! ੭
more often than not, sooji feels like the roles are reversed in moments like this when it comes to them. because, how many times has she shown up to chaos like a loyal stray--hair smelling like smoke and sugar and way too many fruity drinks after a night out with friends? so, it only feels fair to return the favor now. besides, it isn’t foreign. they’ve done this before, long before labels, before they became what they are now.
so she slips into it easily, conversation flowing while his head rests in her lap. fingers carding through his hair, scratching at his scalp every now and then, mostly just to watch the way he reacts--amused by his nonsense, by how dramatic he gets about it. and she hums to herself, looking down at him like she's genuinely considering his statement, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. a kind so soft she's glad no one else is around to see it.
"well, . . if we're talking, revenge of the sith," she starts off just to build the suspense. to make it sound like she's really pondering it, "i'd say he's giving more… mummy." maybe a little more toasted, but it’s the closest description she can land on. she's having fun playing along.
"but whatever you say, mr. jack skellington," she jokes, tugging her hand from his hair just long enough to pinch his cheek--light and teasing. "though i don’t know," she tilts her head, eyes flicking over his features, faux-serious. "i don't think you’re giving much skeleton either."