cheonjaen:

“nonsense. we can do this.”

she nods her head in agreement, pulling out the box from under the counter with a small twinkle in her eyes. she hadn’t played twister ever since she was 8.. so it’s been 11 years since she’s ever even opened it. she bought a new one when she was 14 but she never touched it since no one ever wanted to play with her, she wasn’t the type to have friends in school. only outside, and no one in school knew who her friends were, who she hung out with, and how she got to know certain idols and all that. she was in the mix, her dad also had many connections, but no one needs to know that. “no, we can do it. okay. are you ready?” she raises an eyebrow, pulling out the famous four-colored mat and the spinner that had their fate written on it (for the game at least.) “i’ll spin first? or do you? hehe.”

“I feel scandalized.” Horrified by the ease with which she’d managed to locate and reveal the game –(he thinks with a bit of suspicion that maybe this whole thing had been a trap), he’s clutching the bag of chips they’d both finally agreed upon in front of his person in a form of self defense; “Very scandalized. Why was that hiding there?  Were you waiting for this? Was it scripted? This was scripted, wasn’t it?” 

Following this line of thought, his grip on the bag tightens dangerously as he peers first at the mat, and then at her, his tone lowering comically when he whispers dubiously, “I don’t know. What does your script say? Is it you or me?”