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"No."
"Ew."
"Blech."
"Yuck."
"Too thin."
"Too fat."
"Too cocky."
"Too insecure."
"Yes to the abs, maybe to the hair, no to the bio."
Yaya turned to her. "What does it say?"
Ying furrowed her brow as he read an excerpt. "'I want a woman at least 175 cm, no more than 60 kg, will cook, clean, do—'"
"No more," Yaya said in monotone. "Swipe left."
"Aye aye, Captain."
Despite Ying's status as a speedster, she swiped left sluggishly. They've been at this for a while.
But then...
Ying stopped.
"Eh?" The sound involuntarily jumped out of her as she read the name. "'BoBoiBoy'?"
"What?" Yaya, without any thought, accidentally manipulated the gravity of the soda can by her side, the dark brown drink spilling to the floor.
Or at least, it would have, but she brought the liquid back into the can before it reached the bottom.
Phew.
Looking at the pic, it really was Boboiboy.
"I wonder if he saw our profiles too," Yaya pondered. "Hope not. That would be embarrassing."
"He's a good guy, but I'm not sure if I'd... you know." Ying regretfully swiped left and carried on.
Except...
"Eh?" the two blurted in unison, reading, "'BoBoiBoy Fire'?"
Ying stroked her chin. "I wonder if he knows having multiple accounts on this dating app isn't allowed..."
"Th-that's your concern?!?!" she yelped, though she added after with a tone of curiosity, "But does this count as the same person, or a different person...?"
Ying sighed. "Not my problem, gonna have to swipe left again."
Yaya swiped right for her.
The girl with glasses looked at her with a frazzled expression, bewildered. "That's not left!"
"I know," Yaya yawned. "I was just bored... Hey, look!" she yelled, pointing at the screen, and the large It's a Match! on it. "Congrats!"
"Oh no... I gotta message him that that was a mistake..." She hit her on the head with her phone. "Yaya, you jerk!"
"I mean, it said 'It's a Match,'" Yaya giggled. "So he's interested!"
"M-Maybe that was a mistake too!"
But her eyes brightened again as she looked at Ying's screen, pointing at it once more. "'BoBoiBoy Water'...?!"
Ying lay on the floor, defeated. "I'm tired of this."
"Well, I'm not." Yaya now had Ying's phone in her hand—and it didn't seem like Ying cared anymore anyway. "Why does it say 'straight' for BoBoiBoy Water but 'bisexual' for BoBoiBoy Fire?" she asked (to no one in particular).
Ying let out a groan. Her head hurt.
Yaya swiped right... and...
"Unfortunately," the hijabi said, "it wasn't a match."
Ying stood up with superhuman (heh) speed. "But it was for BoBoiBoy Fire?!?!?!"