Such a wuss. Fine, you do the prep work. I wouldn’t trust your cooking anyway.
Alright, but if you burn the food I get to punch you in the arm or something. I’ll do it lightly, don’t worry. I know you’re a fragile little thing.
jiihye: [shoves him] I don't want to hear your moans. And fine, Thai food it is.
/glares sharply/ I don’t think I asked. Hell yeah. I can never get enough of Thai food. Homemade is the best though, so. You know. We could do that together but there’s no guarantee I won’t end up burning myself or killing us both.
jiihye: I'm being nice today. What do you want?
Come closer and I’ll tell you.
jiihye: If I feed you, does that make up for me throwing an apple at your pretty face?
Depends. What will you feed me?
…Do you want to? By all means, get it out.
Nah, I think if I went any further it would be gruesome. Plus…people may or may not end up judging me.
jiihye: I'm the cute one, genius. You're just there.
Wow.
I need a new friend, fuck this shit.
jiihye: [shoves you away] Why are we friends?
Because we’re cute as heck together.
Look at this. Just look.
jiihye: [starts to cry]
There there little one. /sympathetically places hand on your shoulder/ Maybe if you saved at least one of those apples you insist on ruining my life with, you’d have something to eat.