[ the front door slams open, the lower corners of the doorway immediately populated by a dozen little peeking faces. reki's front and center, rolling his eyes as a hushed din rises among the crowd. ]
[ and there's qi fang, looking up from his phone like he'd just been caught doing something illegal. quietly, he slips it into his back pocket and clears his throat. ]
Language.
[ he gestures towards the little faces, who all collectively haven't yet blinked once. creepy. ]
Fuck off. Lock the door behind you so none of these creatures can escape.
[ reki leaves the door open and turns on his heels to a chorus of low oooooh's. qi fang's got exactly one second to follow after him or he'll be forced to navigate the explosive chaos the den has become alone. ]
qi fang does his best to wade through the sea of small teens, smiling nervously through their obvious staring. he decides trying to meet any of their eyes is dangerous, and instead just offers a few vague waves in their general direction.
once he catches back up to reki, he sets his hands on the guy's shoulders so they can't be separated anymore. ]
Are you dying? Gimme five seconds. Koko, seriously?
[ reki shoves his sulking eldest sister's feet off the back of the couch, much to her huffing changrin. between koyomi's absolute refusal to look up from her cell phone and the toddlers swerving into the middle of every step he takes, progress through the front room is on pause for now. ]
All your friends are here; stop being so freaking lame. And say hi to Qi Fang.
[ koyomi turns herself around and refuses to do either, so reki growls and drops one of the twins in her lap, claiming the other one for himself. ]
Fine, then change a diaper. And hey, uh...
[ back to qi fang before he restarts the slow process of trying to make it to the kitchen. ]
Grab that bag on the couch for me? Please and thank you.
[ honestly, qi fang doesn't know how reki does it. to be fair, he thought at one point he'd happily trade this chaos for the graveyard-silence of his own home life, but after enough visits qi fang realizes he really doesn't have half the energy to keep up with this on a regular basis. he wanly smiles at the back fo koyomi's head, dropping the wave that went nowhere, and turns his focus on the bag he's instructed to retrieve instead. he cradles this to his chest like he were holding one of the twins, still sticking close enough to reki he could step over him if he wanted to. ]
Some asshole isn't coming home this week either so she's mad at everyone.
[ "fuck you, reki!" comes koyomi's hollered reply, punctuated by a chorus of concerned tween tsking. whatever, it's loud enough in the kitchen to drown out most of the sound: the rice cooker is humming, there's a pot boiling on the stove, and he digs a bottle out of the bag and adds the buzzing of the microwave to the fray for good measure. ]
Our dad, I mean. Good news for us, though.
[ there's a suspiciously-placed bag of chips on the counter that he slides to the side to reveal a dark bottle of brandy. he takes a quick swig, passes it to qi fang, and then hurries to the microwave to check the temperature of the bottle against his wrist. ]
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Ok I'm gonna give you a big wet one when I see you
[ why was he coming over again? something about an uncomfortable conversation... it seems so long ago now ]
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just not in front of the girls
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i hope u rlyyy like the first five seconds of bobolonga
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But yeah whatever
I'm outside you bastard
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Get in here, dumbass.
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Language.
[ he gestures towards the little faces, who all collectively haven't yet blinked once. creepy. ]
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[ reki leaves the door open and turns on his heels to a chorus of low oooooh's. qi fang's got exactly one second to follow after him or he'll be forced to navigate the explosive chaos the den has become alone. ]
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qi fang does his best to wade through the sea of small teens, smiling nervously through their obvious staring. he decides trying to meet any of their eyes is dangerous, and instead just offers a few vague waves in their general direction.
once he catches back up to reki, he sets his hands on the guy's shoulders so they can't be separated anymore. ]
I was promised dinner...
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[ reki shoves his sulking eldest sister's feet off the back of the couch, much to her huffing changrin. between koyomi's absolute refusal to look up from her cell phone and the toddlers swerving into the middle of every step he takes, progress through the front room is on pause for now. ]
All your friends are here; stop being so freaking lame. And say hi to Qi Fang.
[ koyomi turns herself around and refuses to do either, so reki growls and drops one of the twins in her lap, claiming the other one for himself. ]
Fine, then change a diaper. And hey, uh...
[ back to qi fang before he restarts the slow process of trying to make it to the kitchen. ]
Grab that bag on the couch for me? Please and thank you.
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What happened? She looks bummed.
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[ "fuck you, reki!" comes koyomi's hollered reply, punctuated by a chorus of concerned tween tsking. whatever, it's loud enough in the kitchen to drown out most of the sound: the rice cooker is humming, there's a pot boiling on the stove, and he digs a bottle out of the bag and adds the buzzing of the microwave to the fray for good measure. ]
Our dad, I mean. Good news for us, though.
[ there's a suspiciously-placed bag of chips on the counter that he slides to the side to reveal a dark bottle of brandy. he takes a quick swig, passes it to qi fang, and then hurries to the microwave to check the temperature of the bottle against his wrist. ]
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