[ 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. ]
[ qi fang's not entirely sure there won't be ramifications to drinking while seemingly in charge of a den full of impressionable and emotionally-charged tweens, but he's already instinctively lifting the bottle to his lips to help himself to a taste. not bad. ]
That sucks, [ he says as an afterthought, toeing that line between sympathetic and aloof in case the topic is a lot more sensitive than reki's making it seem. he places the bag he'd been made to retrieve on the counter beside the brandy, moving to lean against a portion of the kitchen that doesn't seem too busy so as not to be in the way. he takes a quick look around, marveling at it all with a shake of his head. ]
Thaaanks, I'll put that on my resumé. Right under 'dopest blowjobs in the game.'
[ reki gives the bottle a few more good shakes before he pops it into nanaka's mouth, rocking her with one half of his body as he moves in to stir a pot with the other. ]
Here, c'mere. You're the only one behaving, so you can be my taste tester.
[ qi fang makes a quick face, glancing down at the little girl in reki's arms, but she seems blissfully unaware of anything outside of the bottle in her hands. he shakes his head at himself, apparently more unused to this chaos than he originally thought and he helps himself to another swig of brandy before shoving it aside to take up his spot at reki's side. ]
Are all the adults just gone? Disappeared from existence?
[ not that he's complaining, but this is seeming more and more like a regular occurrence in the kyan household. he leans down, sniffing at the pot with interest. ]
[ nanaka, with her hardly two years of worldly experience, has no comment on her brother's inappropriate banter. of course. reki fixes qi fang with a critical look when he catches him looking at her, though, which turns sour when he mentions adults. ]
What, dude, you miss grandma that much? Sorry, she's got old people appointments. Gotta make sure that old hag outlives us all.
[ no hard feelings though. reki swirls a pair of chopsticks around and spears qi fang the choicest medley of veggies and tofu, holding it up to his lips with a smile. ]
[ don't worry, qi fang is very easily distracted when suddenly presented with food. he opens his gob without any hesitation, inhaling what's offered to him in less than a second. a few moments to chew, to consider, and then a dramatic swoon wherein he clutches his heart and then flashes reki a thumbs up — a now-familiar scene for a now-familiar task. ]
A+, 10/10, would definitely eat again and again.
[ he plucks the chopsticks out of reki's hand to start poking around the pot for another helping, mood considerably lifted. he's damn near forgotten why he came in the first place... ]
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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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That sucks, [ he says as an afterthought, toeing that line between sympathetic and aloof in case the topic is a lot more sensitive than reki's making it seem. he places the bag he'd been made to retrieve on the counter beside the brandy, moving to lean against a portion of the kitchen that doesn't seem too busy so as not to be in the way. he takes a quick look around, marveling at it all with a shake of his head. ]
You have crazy multi-tasking skills.
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[ reki gives the bottle a few more good shakes before he pops it into nanaka's mouth, rocking her with one half of his body as he moves in to stir a pot with the other. ]
Here, c'mere. You're the only one behaving, so you can be my taste tester.
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Are all the adults just gone? Disappeared from existence?
[ not that he's complaining, but this is seeming more and more like a regular occurrence in the kyan household. he leans down, sniffing at the pot with interest. ]
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What, dude, you miss grandma that much? Sorry, she's got old people appointments. Gotta make sure that old hag outlives us all.
[ no hard feelings though. reki swirls a pair of chopsticks around and spears qi fang the choicest medley of veggies and tofu, holding it up to his lips with a smile. ]
How's this?
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A+, 10/10, would definitely eat again and again.
[ he plucks the chopsticks out of reki's hand to start poking around the pot for another helping, mood considerably lifted. he's damn near forgotten why he came in the first place... ]
Are you making extra?
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