i … don’t think i’m his type.

is that all it takes?

kneeling down, right by his face. hel–lo.

beaming–––  one hand brushing hair away from face. tired?

mmm. stands up, stretches, before throwing his entire body weight on top of him. ^^

oh … right.

i’m making you feel better! tucks chin over shoulder. is it working?

just seojun. u_u o—kay. are a bunch of other kaida prospects going to be there.

aish. you ask sooooo much. grinning, though his arms shimmy themselves around waist and beneath. better?

… do you have pastries.

do you have even the custard tarts and the dubai chocolate chewy cookies and the chocolate swirls?

yes! a girl friend!

yes. ^^ she’s so pretty and kind. like you! i’ll bring her. * 💭

i think the pink—haired lady outsold that weird cupid cosplayer.

oh, no. she’s far too pretty for me, and very successful. i’m lucky to even be her friend.

y’might as well. a hum of contentment, fluttering his eyes shut. tell me about your day, will you?

i do! i’m a setter. i’m going to be the best in the world.

really? couldn’t tell ya, never been there. grinning, alleviating his weight just a touch to roll to the side, settling against. what’s sixth base?