[ look at mr. popular over here. by the second wave, reki's slumping down the fence, pulling his hood further over his eyes. the last thing he needs is for someone to see him sitting around with a member of the basketball team blushing—or worse, qi fang getting the brunt of it and snubbing him for the trouble. much as he's really tapped out of the whole idea of having a normal social life, it's a grating hell to think he might be infringing on someone else's.
just like that, though, qi fang's gaze is back on him and he's burning up all over again. with a quiet mumble, he takes a bite and holds out his good hand to tick off his fingers. ]
So you want breakfast, lunch, and dinner, in succession.
[ that's three fingers, in case either of them are struggling with math this semester. ]
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just like that, though, qi fang's gaze is back on him and he's burning up all over again. with a quiet mumble, he takes a bite and holds out his good hand to tick off his fingers. ]
So you want breakfast, lunch, and dinner, in succession.
[ that's three fingers, in case either of them are struggling with math this semester. ]
When're we doing all this?