[ well now. this is a new problem. how the hell is he not supposed to sound absolutely fucking stoked out of his mind at the possibility of up to three extra days of one-on-one time? it's especially intriguing now that they're here in the too-loud reality of school, sobering reki up to the fact that qi fang's pretty high in demand. or at least, that's what all those smiles shot his way mean to him.

fuck. wasn't he just in a bad mood? he's not ready to smile like his flickering frown is threatening to do. he fully planned to mope over his loss all day and then bitch about it to his manager later, but now he barely fucking cares at all. he's much more interested in mentally drafting a text to that same manager begging him for a brief reprieve while he rests his injured arm. oka will know he's lying, but whatever. ]

Tonight's my only night off, so if you wanna knock out dinner, that's your chance.

[ this is kind of technically the second time he's asked qi fang out, and it's still just as nerve-wracking. ]

I'm sure that's not enough notice though. I could talk to my manager about next week, maybe.