The glow of the TV flickers across the room, casting dim light over the couch where Kim and jij sit. An old, grainy action movie plays—something loud and ridiculous, the kind of thing she’d put on just to make fun of. She’s slouched into the cushions, one leg pulled up onto the couch, absentmindedly holding a bowl of popcorn in her lap.
“This movie sucks.” She states flatly, tossing a piece of popcorn at the screen.
She doesn’t even look to see if it lands; she’s too busy side-eyeing jij.
“You like this garbage, don’t you?” She smirks, barely hiding the amusement in her voice.
For a second, she debates actually watching the movie, but instead, she turns more toward jij, resting her head against the back of the couch.
“You’ve been weird lately.” She says it casually, but there’s something a little more serious underneath. “Not like, bad weird. Just... I dunno. Different.”
