( she also throws herself
into a fit of coughs when
she attempts to laugh. she's
blowing her nose again. )
what do you want? i have
the ramyeon, gimbap, some
vitamin c drinks, am i missing
anything else here?
“Current objective: survive.”
( She joked, bursting into a fit of laughter that slowly transitioned into a full blown coughing fit for a couple seconds. )
“Ugh— I did that to myself… curse this…”
( she moved to lay on
her stomach — eyes
tearing from the amount
of sneezing. she had her
phone out, looking to
get delivery from a nearby
convenience store. )
you're so right. she's gonna
feel like crap later. we'll order
her snacks too.
“Ughhh… yes and yes! Snacks— but also if our girl isn’t sick already she probably will be soon…”
( groaning, she rolls into her back, staring at the ceiling )
( she's sneezing & groaning. )
that sounds like such a good
idea, but i don't wanna drag
zoey into our snotty cuddle
sesh if she isn't sicky.
should we delivery for some
snacks & meds? i feel so
grooossss.
side project would be a
cool. good way to see if
your fans /really/ like you
— zombified & all.
( the box of donuts is now
set aside so her hands were
free. one hand is over her
heart — the other is raised. )
i solemnly swear.
not really a good example.
( she waves her hand
in dismissal. )
well, i don't really run
into very many dead
people who just walk &
talk, so no — i do /not/
know.
( she snorts a laugh. that
was actually pretty funny. )
hm, i don't know. there
would still be some girls
out there that'd be into it.
i know personally it would
have interested me — but i
get told i'm odd, so i'm ——
that's true, but the concept of a zombie boygroup just seemed like it wouldn't sell as good.
( while not entirely wrong, the words are intended as a lighthearted joke. )
what i-- oh ! not even that different, actually.
just a little more . . . you know. dead.
mm, i really am sorry.
you were falling asleep
& i didn't want to just
leave you here defense -
less.
( she is scratching the back
of her neck awkwardly. )
( her lips part and
makes an ‘ o ’ shape
when she realized how
forward that question
was. )
sorry, sorry. ignore me.
that was a little /too/
personal.
hm, but making them
fall in love with what's
fake is . . .
( she sighs, shaking her
head, maybe she should
just leave that fact alone
for now. she's quiet for a
moment. )
what do you look like
then for real? ——
( he's just trying to strike a normal conversation, really. not one that turns into fights and whatnot after. an icebreaker, so to speak. )
yeah, it's all demon magic. everything on me's fake, pretty much.
( a shrug. it doesn't seem to bother him much. )
The girls like it+
( a brow raises at the
question. she raises the
back of her hand to feel
her cheek. )
drinking more water to
counter the sugar, &
products that /actually/
match your skin type.
oh—and double lathering.
( she is ——
one box every 48 hours ? that's a lot of sugar. how do you keep your skin from breaking out ? i need to know your skincare routine.
( he takes a bite of his donut. it's good ! )
( she gives her one last
pat on the back for
comfort. )
you should. you should
be taking care of your -
self and getting enough
rest or else bobby is
gonna worry so much
he'll start freaking out.