“--- goat yoga, my ass,” byeol grumbled out, tugging on the strings hanging out from her hoodie just enough to make herself look like a some kind of knock-off version of a teletubby, “who the fuck thought it would be a good idea to have the goats involved, huh ??” at this point, she was just talking to herself, but... did she really care ?? not at all. and to think she was ranting on and on about this only because she had been handed a flyer for a new yoga place that opened nearby, when she was on her way to angie’s place. hungover, confused and hungry -- it was best not to approach that version of byeol, but some people truly never learned their lesson. not even the shades and a hoodie combo was able to scare the poor person off, so she just simply complied, taking the piece of paper with her on a journey to the only place she could think of. once she had reached the other girl’s door, byeol just knocked -- three times, as always. she was ready for whatever happens, because... let’s be real -- sober byeol didn’t give a damn. hungover byeol ?? this one... she was known to have lost all the fucks she could potentially give. “--- fuckin’... goats, jesus christ...” // @ofangela
