omi.

[enfangs]

Comments

[enfangs]

D-Don't ask!

[as he continues holding omi's hand.]

[housewolf]

Alright, damn.

[So here they are. Holding hands.]

What did you want to eat?

[enfangs]

[rude omi is so funny]

Hm... haven't decided yet.

[housewolf]

[He hates this almost as much as White hates holding hands.]

I was thinking about curry. How's that sound?

[enfangs]

Huh? Uh, right. [god it's hard not to be distracted by holding hands] Sure, curry sounds good.

[housewolf]

How spicy do you like it?

[Omi, on the other hand, just accepts that it's happening and moves right along.]

[enfangs]

Eh, not too spicy.

[housewolf]

Mild for you?

[He's going to the vending machine.]

[enfangs]

Works, yeah. Thanks.

[white follows along, because. hands.]

[housewolf]

[One very spicy curry, and one mild.]

Here you go.

[enfangs]

[he takes it.]

Aren't you, uh, usually the one who makes his own food or some shit? Kind of surprised to see you eating from the machine.

[housewolf]

Usually.

Can't fuckin' cook right now, and I can't be as polite as I want either.

[He's having a Time.]

[enfangs]

[...

sorry, he laughs.]

[housewolf]

Shut the fuck up.

[He sighs heavily and takes a bite of his curry.]

[enfangs]

Tsk, tsk, language!

[housewolf]

[He scowls!]

Eat your food.

[enfangs]

[he takes a bite, but—]

So, is this who you really are inside, or something?

[housewolf]

What. No.

[It's said so flatly.]

Do you wanna hold hands deep down?

[enfangs]

[.................... kind of maybe but anyway]

That's something different!

[housewolf]

[He stares at their held hands.]

How's it different?

[enfangs]

[do not perceive]

This just started today, so it's different!

[housewolf]

Hm... Weird.

What happened at the beginnin' of the week?

[enfangs]

My balance's been off. It sucks.

[housewolf]

That shit sucks.

You usually a fighter?

[enfangs]

Yup. Fighting's what I do.