( she helps herself up onto the table, tucking one ankle behind the other. ideally this would probably be warm, but eunyu has learned over time that beggars can't be choosers, and if the difference between a cold meal and no meal is a microwave, she knows what she's choosing. she's about to dig in too, except hyunsu's reaction belatedly catches her attention, making her eyes snap up to him.
in one swift move, she has the prongs of her fork poised at his jugular. she presses in — not enough to bruise, but not nicely either. a quick jab. like she's trying to fork up his blush and eat it. )
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in one swift move, she has the prongs of her fork poised at his jugular. she presses in — not enough to bruise, but not nicely either. a quick jab. like she's trying to fork up his blush and eat it. )
What's that about?