knock me down like a heavyweight
[ by the time reki's gotten to his seat in homeroom, it feels like the night before was all just some sort of hazy, surreal dream. a lot's happened since then; for one, his arm is bandaged all the way up to the elbow, compliments of a gnarly gash he got bailing straight into a cluster of jagged rocks, he's probably killed off half the brain cells he's got left skidding on his face, and the unfathomable weight of last night's loss is heavy on his mind. kinda hard to think about anything else when he can still hear his skateboard crackling beneath the flames. fuckin' sucks, man.
it takes awhile for him to zone back into reality. really, it's less of a zone and more of a jolt, when the gaggle of jeering students crowding around him start to dissipate and he notices qi fang with a start. fuck, he forgot all about those english notes. even worse, qi fang looks so good, fresh-faced and distractingly handsome. reki, on the other hand, looks like he stayed up til the early hours of the morning getting stitched up in the ER and barely slid into class in time for the bell in yesterday's wrinkled clothes. embarrassing.
whatever. he has until lunch to think up a good excuse for why he can't return those notes yet. instead, of course, he sleeps straight through all of his classes and sleep-walks up the stairs to the roof, flopping into his usual spot against the fence, debating whether or not he even wants to be awake to eat. a nap in the sun sounds a lot better, so he pulls his hoodie up and leans his head back against the chain links, letting his eyes drift shut slowly. ]
it takes awhile for him to zone back into reality. really, it's less of a zone and more of a jolt, when the gaggle of jeering students crowding around him start to dissipate and he notices qi fang with a start. fuck, he forgot all about those english notes. even worse, qi fang looks so good, fresh-faced and distractingly handsome. reki, on the other hand, looks like he stayed up til the early hours of the morning getting stitched up in the ER and barely slid into class in time for the bell in yesterday's wrinkled clothes. embarrassing.
whatever. he has until lunch to think up a good excuse for why he can't return those notes yet. instead, of course, he sleeps straight through all of his classes and sleep-walks up the stairs to the roof, flopping into his usual spot against the fence, debating whether or not he even wants to be awake to eat. a nap in the sun sounds a lot better, so he pulls his hoodie up and leans his head back against the chain links, letting his eyes drift shut slowly. ]

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I kinda suck at it.
[ there's proof positive right here, his fingers curling as he stares down his injured arm. ]
I kinda... really suck.
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I mean, I don't know shit about it, so you'll probably still look really impressive to me.
Besides... looks like you do more than just skating, anyway.
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Oh yeah. I made everything in here, so if you see anything you like, it's yours. I'll mod it for ya, too.
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[ qi fang takes that as permission to roam, so he finally gets up to his feet and stands wandering around, sating his curiosity. ]
Nah, I wouldn't even know what to do with it if I got one. But that's pretty cool... Do you sell any of it?
[ he works at that skate shop, after all... ]
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[ ahahaha oh no. that was a stupid fucking thing to say. he's just so distracted by what he's doing that his mouth is running off without him.
luckily, he is busy with something, so he can just keep doing that and pretend he never said it. right? ]
I mean, yeah, here and there. I'm working on a custom deck right now... I think the decal mockup is up on the line if you wanna see.
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Yeah, I'll learn when you play a game of one-on-one with me.
[ fair's fair, he thinks. it's not that he'd mind learning, but he knows himself enough to know it's just going to be one other thing he'll be flighty about. ]
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Aw, man. C'mon, I wouldn't wanna embarrass you like that.
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[ he comes back around to ruffle a hand through reki's hair, just shy of being an outright noogie. ]
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[ watch the hair... not that it's not already all fucked up and pulled out. still! ]
You're on, punk. I'm gonna cut you down like a fuckin' lumberjack.
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[ there's that cock-sure grin again as he comes to lean against that very same workbench, now defiled by their combined combustion of teenage hormones. ]
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You complaining? It's a little late for that now.
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[ oops, don't talk about that right? ]
What happened to my nap? And pizza. And croquette.
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Where d'you think I'm going? Jeez, now who's demanding?
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[ flirting's okay, right? flirting's gotta be okay. especially when he sees reki shimmy himself back into those pants that accentuate his ass way too well. ]
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Oh my god, shut the fuck up.
[ reki quickly turns around to adjust himself back into family-friendly order, which is a good excuse to hide the way his face has turned blood fucking red. now if he can just avoid qi fang seeing him like this for the rest of however long he'll be here, he'll be golden. ]
Let's go, c'mon.
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Who would've thought you'd be so shy? You know that just makes you cuter, right?
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You can't run from the truth!
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[ he does feel bad, though. like, it was funny for four seconds, but then he's creaking the door open and peeking inside. ]
You learn your lesson yet?
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Nah.
[ then he'd reaching for the door and shoving it open while his other hand comes up to shove at reki's face, just enough to get him to stumble back and back off. qi fang steps out after literally bulldozing his way past, calmly dusting himself off. ]
But I'm bigger than you so I can keep being a bully.
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That's not all it means.
[ and then he's pouncing. and clinging like an octopus, wrapping his arms around qi fang's neck and his legs around his waist—familiar—ready for whichever contingency fate has in store for them. either they both go down or qi fang has to deal with this now. ]
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The fu— [ oh wait, children ] You ass— [ oh no the CHILDREN ] Get'off—!
[ he doesn't crumple, amazingly, and instead bends over, till reki's nearly parallel to the ground, and then he heaves himself back upright so he can stomp a few steps forward and penguin-walk them towards the house. he's grabbed at one arm around his neck, the other gripping a thigh clenched around his hip, teeth grit. ]
I'm gonna crush you to a wall, s'that what you want???
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Don't forget who's in the position of power here.
[ he whisks his fingers against a tickly-looking spot on qi fang's neck. ]
Careful, bro.
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Shocker, you play dirty.
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[ what, did he forget? that's fine; reki owes him some payback anyway, which he'll achieve by pressing a quick kiss to those grimly-pressed lips, fingers burying in his hair—and then holding it like reins. ]
Now giddyap. Take us to the ramp.
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wow couldnt have fucked that last tag more if i tried
shhh i saw nothing
ur the most capital of G's
it's how i do
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no that's ok dw i didn't want this notif anyway
inexcusable hater shit dw!!
getting real tired of the blueballs dw!
guess who's turn it was I'll FIGHT somebody
someone rly trying to stop our love
I'll destroy them 😠
i got yo flower baby 🌺
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LMAO I GOT MY TIMELINES CROSSED ignore me.....
LMAOOO I thought u were doing some FoReShAdoWinG
NO IM JUST A DUMBASS
it's still my fault for never letting u out of threads lmaooo
pls like i ain't making my home in ur journal
welcome home this bud's 4 u
🍻
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