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"Whaaaack!"
"O-oh my- wooaahh!"
Lisa grimaces internally, maybe even a little bit on the outside, swiftly running her fingers through honey-brown hair. The otherwise peculiar sounds continue for the next two minutes before they die down, the owner of the hair slumping tiredly to the wall right next to her.
Lisa reaches over with one hand to the pink basin, smiling lightly at how Jennie-like the feature really is, and starts patting the distressed girl's mouth, careful to not get any of it on her own fingers.
She throws the bunch of tissues into the toilet, quickly pulling the lid down after checking up on Jennie for signs of any more gag reflexes and presses the button for the contents of her stomach to go down the drain.
"Em sow..." Jennie mumbles with her eyes still closed as Lisa hums in question. "I'm so sorry." Jennie says dejectedly, gesturing for Lisa to let go of her hair now.
"Don't be. It was probably the food." Lisa says, pitying the girl in front of her.
She must be so embarrassed, although Lisa doesn't really hold her accountable for any of it.
"So much for a good second date." Jennie says and Lisa decides to make this situation lighter.
"Oh my, I'm hurt. You're saying I wasn't a good enough date?" Lisa asks, feigning offense as Jennie smiles weakly up at her.
"You know I don't mean that. No one wants their crush to hold their hair up when they're barfing their guts out."
Crush.
Lisa hides her flustered self but she's sure her cheeks are traitor enough to reveal her gush of emotions in the form of pink.
"Well, I've always wanted to hold my crush's hair up when they're hurling. Thanks to you, it gets checked off my bucket list now." Lisa says, smiling brightly.
Jennie is too flustered with such a direct mention of herself being Lisa's crush and that she was the one who addressed Lisa as her crush first and she sputters, "That's not a thing."
"Oh, Miss Kim, it is. Now, if you please..." Lisa says with old-fashioned courtesy, making Jennie chuckle strainedly.
"For the record, you are the best date I've ever had." Jennie says, slipping under the comforter Lisa raises for her to get in.
"That's more than good enough." Lisa says, stroking Jennie's hair as the now-happy girl closes her eyes, only to see Lisa instead of plain darkness.
A/N: I know this isn't the longest, most detailed story ever, but I'm pretty happy with this tbh :)))
