A Ritual In the House?

2

"Hyunjin! What the fuck happened to my vase?!"

"Language, puppy." Hyujin sits in the middle of the corridor, clearly waiting for her friend's arrival for Heejin is delayed a good four hours than the time she initially thought she could be on her bed.

"You're a demon aren't you? Wouldn't you be the cause of my bad behavior?"

"First of all, I will not accept this fallacy, what comes out of your mouth and what you do is your own doing." She stands from her place on the ground, the same tranquil lilt flowing out of her lips, closing in on Heejin to pat her head, despite only being a forehead taller, she does all the things taller friends do to their shorter sides —pets her head, laughs at her for not reaching the top cupboard, uses her as a human armrest. Heejin usually counters with slapping her away and mumbling her disapproval.

Hyujin retreats and bumps past her shoulder as she goes towards the kitchen to switch off the howling boiler on the stove, "And secondly, I prefer to have class and rather not use aggressive profanities."

"So sorry for my words, let me rephrase myself." She replies rather sarcastically, "What the hell did you do that broke my vase, Hyunjin?" Her eyes traveled between the shattered glass and the close to death yellow flowers then to Hyunjn who had the nerve to disregard.

"Who cares? It's an ugly vase."

"Don't say that! I painted that with my nana." Rest her soul.

"Well, tell your 'nana' that a cat broke it."

"A cat?" Heejin repeats her words, almost doubling back at how ridiculous the excuse is.

"Yes, there was a cat, I don't know where it came from."

"Hyunjin, I live on the third floor. How could a cat possibly break-in?"

Hyunjin comes up to the short girl again, sipping away on her tea with an eyebrow arched, "I have no idea. Where's my bread, puppy?"

"I don't have it, and can you stop calling me puppy?"

"I punish liars, remember? I really suggest handing them over would be the best call, rabbit."

"Calling me rabbit is not ideal either, can't you call me something cuter like Bunny?"

"Fine, bunny," She sets down her mug down on the floor, clearing her throat before arranging herself to be face to face with Heejin, a stupidly calm demeanor present, "you leave me no choice —Look at me."

"No."

"Well, too bad."

Their gazes are suddenly unable to relocate from one other, as if a force is holding Heejin's head down in one direction, compelling her to look into Hyunjin's syrup eyes while they transition into a mesmerizing golden orange colour, her pupils dilating, trapping her in a trance-like state —like her eyes is the sun wanting to blind her poor self and take over her body.

"Hand it over. This is your last chance."

"Not gonna happen."

"Bunny..." Hyunjin's voice turns scratchy, all the sweetness from her tone changing to an intimidating hoarse growl that would surely terrify a lot of individuals.
It's agreed upon, that yes, her voice is daunting. But after many of the brunette's attempts from before, it doesn't strike on Heejin's fears anymore.

It's like pulling out a rabbit from a hat, after watching the magic trick a few times, it gets boring. You feel no need to understand, you just walk away.

"Give me the bread."

"Not doing it."

"Please?"