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kang friday, why do you keep looking at me and my roommate like we are slabs of meat displayed through the glass window of a deli shop? do you have something you'd like to share with the class?
“I—A PERFECTLY HEALTHY *WOMAN* WITH 20/20 VISION—CAN DO WHAT I WANT.” she gulps. making a desperate cling to her dignity here. “A-AND—AND—” and???? “—you LOOK BACK!! so!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
who was the worst girlfriend or boyfriend that you ever had?
“wow. WOW!!! honestly if you ask ME—” he is, that’s the point. this is the point, friday. “i really can’t decide between the guy who cheated on me or the guy who only pretended to like me the whole time to get over some girl—" she takes a breath, steadying her nerves. “so it’s a tie! congratulations! go have some troll bogey flavored bertie bott’s on me! far fAR FAR away from here!!”
would you ever take me back?
you know the answer to this one. you’ve thought about it. you’ve let the words rest heavy on your tongue till, much like your nerve, it dissipates with time. the taste of it bitter and tart and everlasting and twinges every time your mouth opens to call her name. you know the answer because you’ve constantly considered it. constantly questioned it. so much that it reverberates against the walls of your heart; rattles every bone in your body. you know the answer to this one. you’ve contemplated it. you’ve considered your love for her against the living push-pull-on-again-off-again example of your parents. you’ve considered that, with every body jamie presses against her own, you lose a little more of what was yours. her love, your heart. you never asked for it back. she never stopped giving hers. all this, you’re both acutely aware of. all this, you’re both willfully ignorant of. all this, you both struggle with. in reality, like your mom, you’re incapable of staying away. and she is incapable of ever fully letting you go. so what then? what happens then? when a piece of you is forevermore suspended in time and space; what was and what could’ve been. when you’re stuck, here and now, unable to let go of the past or take that step forward. you know the answer to this one. you’ve antagonized over it. since you were little, eyes wide and eager, you have watched your parents do this dance—this exact dance—and wonder how they never seem to tire. since you were little, you have told yourself this—mom crying, mom leaving, mom loving, mom crawling back, mom crying, rinse and repeat—this was a cycle you never want to repeat. even if you love her. you’ll always love her, right?
“no.”
right. always.
If you had to change one thing about me what would it be?
“uMMMMMMMMMMMM” good question. friday can’t say she’s ever thought about it—at least, it isn’t very often that she goes around pondering the pros and cons to her friends. “sometimes....SOMETIMES you get a little loud and intimidate-y—but i know that’s not on purpose so!!!—so maybe that? maybe a little less RAAAAA!!!! and a little more...demure? cute?”
so we've known each other a long time, what is the best thing you like about me and why?
like? like? lIKE? LIKE? good question. what do you like about him best? quick recap here: tall, handsome, sweet, good hugs, smells like tangerines and dirt, good hugs, cute even when he’s stumbling around. yeah. how DO you condense 12 (is it 12?) years of untouched upon soft pink something into an easy and quick answer? “i, hm,” her expression serious for a beat (really, honestly, and earnestly, considering this answer) before dissolving into a laugh. “reliable? you’re always here, even if we don’t hang out much sometimes—” always there. her heart pounds, just a beat faster. “but i can still always depend on you so... i like that.” i like that and more.
What's your biggest pet peeve? - nisamsu
“when people go ‘i was gonna tell you something but i forgot...’! it absolutely drives me mad! like what did you forget! what was it! why didn’t you write it down first if it was something important??? it must’ve been if you wanted to tell me! i wanna know! i hAVE TO KNOW NOW!!!”
why is it hard for you to stay single?
“honestly? i think i’d fall apart if i was alone.”
so what would u think about me if we weren't sort of cousins? emphasis on SORT OF
“huh, you??” friday laughs. “absolute cutie! if we weren’t cousins i would want you to be my little brother—of course hamin is always cuter—but still!”
yeah. that flew right over her head.
