she’s grinning , she finds herself to be
hilarious . finally — she’ll give him some semblance of attention . pretty smile turned to his features while the rage flops over one shoulder .
“ part of the charm . “
❛ the fuck? ❜ in an act of ( admittedly child-like ) frustration, strawberry lollipop is flicked onto the dirt and crushed by the heel of his expensive flip-flops. ❛ four eyes. aren’t you a funny little asshole. ❜
❝ why the dry ass response? not much of a talker or something? ❞ maliciousness gnaws at heart as harsh as decay. tattooed hands slipped into the confines of oversized hoodies pockets, head lolling to spare a sideway glance.
she doesn’t appreciate
four eyes , tainting the atmosphere
of a rusty red and black colored
bike . it matches her attire entirely .
her eyes don’t stray from rag , wiping at
side mirrors .
“ thanks . “ blunt . clipped korean tone.
❝ 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦 ride. ❞ does this spill in comical tone? the serpentine slithers into close proximity, striding around motorcycle — admiration hidden neath golden frames as feet adorned in balenciaga sandals stopped beside her.