"I am bysexual as in I'm not interested, goodbye."
SENTENCE STARTERS⤷ status : accepting
“…Byesexual?” Repeating the word as if toprocess this new phrase, Somin remained in a state of oblivion for far toolong. Compressed lips, furrowed brows and the action of her nose scrunching(enough to result in wrinkles forming upon the bridge of it) created anexpression of vague confusion – it was rather an interesting contortion offacial features, one commonly displayed when new turn phrases were thrustedupon her with little to no context. Of course, ‘byesexual’ was not toodifficult to comprehend, not with that follow up at least. Yet, she remained ina state of perplexment, wondering exactly what the other was talking about.
It dawns upon her, eventually,and frankly she’s amazed it hadn’t clicked instantly. Somin’ll blame it on thelack of sleep and the desperate need for caffeine – whether that was the realreason behind it, well, she herself was unsure. Slowly, the look ofbefuddlement eases into mild amusement; the corners of her lips twitch as shefights a grin, the muscles within her forehead relaxing and shoulders slumpinga tad. There was no point in disguising this sudden shift, and so with a tingeof embarrassment Somin murmurs, “Oh, yes, I totally get it now…”
Laughter follows her sentiment, small fingers raised to herlips to muffle the noises of merriment; it really wasn’t that funny, but shewas easily amused. “Bye-sexual… I like that, I may have to use this in thefuture—.” She wouldn’t though, and she knew this much. Her deliverance wasoften quite terrible with punchy jokes (or any joke, in fact) as such. Jokeswere just not her forte; but, she thinks, maybe she’ll tell it to Jseph. He’dbe able to own it. Her thoughts return to the elder and questions begin to arise– was her love life really that bad? Or was it just something to say? – her nosynature was getting the better of her.
A cheeky grin flits upon her face, a single brow raised in curiosity.“So, have you been using that line often recently, unnie? Spill.”
