Dokidoki; my heart

missing home

- because those conversations by text stories are cool, might as well give it a try.

his phone rings> he picks up
her: here's the question,
- drawling in tiredness that an outsider would find hilarious, almost drunkenly even though she's never been drunk before, and even though it's around 9pm.

cook for me? I'm hungry..
- a slight snort as she bumps into the phone, the impact too strong as that shuffling of just noise, is of her phone tumbling onto her desk, her head falling along with it. With a final thump, miraculously her ear the closest to her phone speaker, as she falls into light sleep, the coldness of any desk somehow calming the worrisome lines on her face from the piles of stress she's built upon herself, even more so than the piles of schoolwork that was necessary to finish, but not necessary to spend all the late nights at the moment for, that is doing does her head in, as unconsciously, she buries herself in the coldness of the flat surface - recently wiped clean from all the loose leaflets of papers she's kept whirling around her for a while, as if she's gotten used to having the paper that's now gone as a pillow.

him: ..what's happening Turbo?
he's been the most stable, constant sound she's heard for the past weeks as he's always been concerned of how she's managing her workload. And yet he still hasn't managed to convince her to use her usually frequent, random fits of energy on something else other than studying..but he knows she's being slightly stubborn of it because of something on her mind. Like her mind cannot stop thinking of this one reason; but he has yet to figure it out. All he can do is keep talking, keep asking, keep being the calm in her current whirlwind, because he cares.

her: huh. Turbo, speeding away vroom vroom. Like that pear with that adorable face on it. Uh oh-
she grumbles in amused discontent,
That squishy face is no good.

him: he feels the smile in her tone as he smiles along wistfully, closed lips pursing as he knows he has to sadly wake her up for the 5th time over the past week for her own good, or at least get her to lug herself to the nearby bed.
- so he starts swearing in self taught korean.

the result from an irrational remedy as his past self foolishly contemplates if he should really agree to watch a kdrama that he's being indirectly forced to watch - even if she thought it was to open his eyes to her believed "whole other world" that he could, well in her opinion appearance-wise fit right into, he believed it was for her own sake, so she wouldn't be staring and force her eyes open at her work the whole time they were supposed to be hanging out together. Honestly, in unexpected consequence, she somehow fell asleep, and even with her body tangled in itself, he assumed she was in a state of peace sleep brought to one who hadn't slept easily. At that time though, he had weirdly became very interested in Korean swear words, and there went the 'eye-opening' time, as easily as he discarded the browser tab for a beginner's guide to Korean swear words. Of course he paid attention to her steady breaths as his raspy voice in a whisper was cautious of waking the sleeping 'beauty' up. But after a few words, by then, he got way too interested in pronouncing Korean correctly, his eyebrows furrowing at how he would get voice to imitate the sound coming out of his earbuds, by now these being his aid but also a blocker of any other noise in the room except that robotic sounding Korean speaker. His thoughts lead to the pop of one of his earbuds being pulled out, even though rather gently, as she was looking at him questionably, but in a seemingly good mood..

Yup it ironically sets her in a good mood as the phone speaker emits his low but colourful sounding voice in the figurative distance, and perhaps she hears it as a calming but bright to wake up to tune, as he slurs, to her, melodic foreign sounding words together. Her eyes flitter open as she takes a moment to look dazed around her surroundings, just to see his name practically glowing right beside her, on the screen.

her: grins slowly as she is reminded yet again she fell asleep in the less ideal place anyone would wish for and is glad that he woke her up, yet again. Her eyes are still full of sleep as after a few blinks, her eyelashes still to no movement for a longer moment. She sheepishly, somehow renewed and finally answers,

oh howdy.
didn't mean to not hear the answer to my question. my bad.

him: well here's my question, he tries to muse with humour.

Why am I talking to a living, sleep deprived zombie? You need your sleep, you know that right?

her: I finished my work hours ago. I was going to nap but I just afterwards lost myself to my thoughts..especially to my homies back home..

oh- I hope they're doing fine. her face falls forward at this, onto a pillow as she sits on her bed. she wriggles to get into more of a lying position, but even in comfort, her face droops and her hair falls into a lengthy curtain in front of her face, as if she wants to hide this from the bright feeling she felt as she woke up. She sets her lips into a bitter frown as she pauses to think about what she would say next.

This pause meant everything to him as she didn't need to say anything. He gently, virtually poked her with his soothing voice as he simply states:

you miss them.

her breath is soft against the phone microphone as she has no words to add, an ache settling in finality as this is what she's been trying to distract herself with, with tiring work and he is the one who says,

I know.

and starts doing nothing more but everything in letting her listen to his murmurings of 'cut my hair' lyrics for half an hour straight, her current favourite song, so that at the end his voice is hoarse but still visible, as his grey voice highlights his care. How? By letting the ache happen again and again - until it at some time somehow can be managed and come to terms with. He knows when this happens when she starts whispering along with him for never the final time that night. As he reaches,

are you, you tired of me yet?

she says

her: never ever ever, am I tired of you.

call ends> he doesn't put his phone down yet.

Text message: to her

Meet me in front of the school library tomorrow.

-Slowpoke.

Author's note:
- well, that didn't have as much dialogue then i thought it would have..oops. I like that I gave it a try.
- go listen to cut my hair by cavetown. Although it's not my personal favourite cavetown song (fool), it has so much emotion in it.