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it’s a saturday morning inside chika’s room. the electric fan in the corner of the room lightly hummed as yō held her phone above her head while laying down on the floor.
said owner of the room was laying down on her bed propped up against the wall. one hand was fanning herself with her shirt due to the heat and the other lazily holding a phone and scrolling through whatever social media app was most convenient.
there was no conversation taking place. 2 empty glasses of what was once filled with ice cream laid forgotten as the leftover condensation dripped off the glass and onto the table with no coaster to serve as a barrier. a ring of water formed around the glasses, staining the wood slightly, which will undoubtedly anger chika’s older sister when she finds out. but neither of the people in the room noticed, or most likely they just didn’t care.
after a significant amount of time passed, chika used her foot to hit her bed. the noise made a medium pitched thud, like a snare drum. it would have been cool because of the resemblance but it was more concerning if anything given beds aren’t supposed to sound like snare drums when hit.
however, chika did not care about the logistics of her bed being a glorified snare drum as she instead called out to the only other person in the room with a statement so outrageous it could probably make jesus cry, “hey yō, did you know you’re a descendant of ocean-eyed slut man?”
“...”
“...”
yō inhaled deeply, then answered with a completely reasonable response to chika’s statement.
“...what.”
“it says here, ‘all people with blue eyes can be traced to someone who had blue eyes near the black sea 10,000 years ago.’” chika read matter-of-factly, uncaring of the way yō’s world view crumbled more and more with each word. “that’s your grandpa, yō!”
“that…” a beat of silence with both conversation participants feeling entirely different emotions. chika tapping her foot in absent excitement and yō staring into space in an existential crisis. “i guess?”
yō’s words faded into the air. chika once again began scrolling on her phone, and yō continued scrolling on hers. a comfortable silence once again enveloped them until chika brought up another weird conversation starter.
“yō, i think ocean eyed slut man is actually ocean eyed slut woman!”
“huh????”