[ qi fang watches with a wan smile, the chorus of the twins' shrieking and giggling now drowning out the shows instead. it's a scene you just have to smile at, and one that seems almost bittersweet to qi fang, whose thoughts can't help but trail back to that voicemail, the weight of his phone suddenly burdensome his pocket.
soon, other shrieks fill the air, and qi fang takes that as his cue to get up and offer to help mama kyan clear up the table. he offers to do the dishes, too, but she wanted none of it and instead shoos him off so it's not long till he's meandering towards the door. he is going to do his best to stay out of it, of course, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed. he peers up at the sky, wondering if the rain will be a bother for their delivery later... ]
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soon, other shrieks fill the air, and qi fang takes that as his cue to get up and offer to help mama kyan clear up the table. he offers to do the dishes, too, but she wanted none of it and instead shoos him off so it's not long till he's meandering towards the door. he is going to do his best to stay out of it, of course, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed. he peers up at the sky, wondering if the rain will be a bother for their delivery later... ]