you and your husband laid in bed, bored as ever. you stared at the ceiling and gojo did too.

the room was dark and lught was only coming from the moon.

"why do some poop float and others sink down the toilet?" you speak up, still staring at the ceiling.

'wha- i dunno." gojo responds and turns to you, who is staring blankly at the ceiling.

"now i'm curious in such a topic." he adds.