one day he’s sitting the park, slacking off and chewing bubblegum, when china girl leans in close, pokes his cheek and, and asks what he’s eating.
“bubblegum,” he replies. he’s too relaxed to pick a fight right now.
“bubblegum,” she echoes curiously. “what’s that?”
he turns to her, blowing out a bubble and watching the way her eyes widen as it grows larger and larger. there’s a look of delight in her eyes that’s immediately replaced with shock and anguish when the bubble pops, leaving a sticky pink mess to cover up the smile on his lips.
“why did you do that?!” she yells.
he gathers the gum back into his mouth and chews. “because you’re supposed to.”