“if it’s any consolation, i hate outside too.” she could practically hear her family groaning, her friends making fun of her. antisocial krystal jung! look, she came out of her room for once! she didn’t find it quite as funny, how her inherent and unrelenting shyness made her dislike the general company of others, and they, just people, never failed to bother her from the moment she set foot outdoors.
“we could always just never leave, you know,” she quips, trying to make light of the subject as she pulls a few chips from the bag next to her and pops them in her mouth. “order food for the rest of our lives, just chill and never have to see another person again.”