blinks once. twice.
⠀⠀ ⠀” e-eh . . . ? “
digits rub against his nape, head reluctantly bobbing in agreement.
⠀⠀ ⠀” yeah, exactly ! kiwis… i’ll do it again for some fresh kiwis, “
he doesn’t even likeeeee kiwis :(
⠀
“ ki...ki... ”
no, he didn't get it. 😐
he snaps his fingers when his eyes light up. “ you want a kiwi? didn't know you like kiwis that much...i like them too. ”
⠀
Uenoyama sways left to right in front of @BrokenSixString’s abode, the rhythmic thud against his chest quickening in pace as his fist hovers over the wooden door. He hasn’t seen him outside of practice—showing up unannounced like this. . . would it be alright?
Mustering all —
— the courage that he’s able, he knocks.
Once, twice, three times.
Balled up digits begin to shake as the ravenette brings his arm back down to his side. What would he say by his sudden appearance? Would he be elated? Upset? Surely, confused.
With a deep inhale, he forces —
@SLENTV0ICE the apples of his cheeks tinge the softest rouge, gaze traveling to meet the shorter’s.
“ e-eh? “
glances at their hands, realizing the pen’s obnoxious clicks ushered the elder over. what a wonderful, marvelous pen.
“ sorry about that—. “