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Hyejin looked down at the beeping of her phone and let out a heavy sigh. She filled the pink sippy cup up with apple juice and passed it along to her whining daughter before reading the text.
[sms ⇾ demian] I don’t really care. if Cia wants to watch it, that’s what you’re watching with her. [sms ⇾ demian] hurry up I’m going to be late for class.
Gun feels the phone buzzing in his hands -- indicating the new message -- and with a loud groan slipping past his lips he swipes his thumb across the screen, reading the texts with his jaw clenched in annoyance. He couldn’t even recall how many times they’ve watched the movie and at this point he could tell the whole storyline from start to finish without any trouble. The mere idea of watching it yet. again. gives him a headache to say the least. And to watch it with a bouncing, hyperactive one year old whose mood changes every 5 fucking seconds, just like her PMS’ing mothers? Seems like walking straight into hell, he thinks, typing up response text with a bitter expression on his face as he heads towards the apartment complex where the female lives with their daughter.
[text » h(oe)ye] I’m pretty fucking sure the child can’t tell the difference between Disney movies and anime. [text » h(oe)ye] We’re watching Totoro don’t give a shit. [text » h(oe)ye] Don’t fucking rush me not my fault your stupid ass room-mate decided to go on date or whatever the fuck that is. Not like I don’t have better things to do that to babysit Lucia.