agora | two fools, one scenario

[ what kind of weak reaction is that?

sensing zero challenge from, not just the sheer deadpan of joonghyuk's words, but the unflinching quality of his stare, inho scoffs. changes the trajectory of the hand he's got hovering in the hair, midway from the crown of joonghyuk's head, so that he flicks his friend's forehead instead. then, swiftly retracting his arm, inho leans away to avoid any knee-jerk retaliations and all but dashes into the kitchen, the pink of his tongue peeking out from between his teeth, just like the child he is. ]

Wasn't gonna.

[ He does flinch when he gets a flick to his forehead, going so far as to keep his eyes closed with a deeply furrowed brow... Quietly, he parses this crime done to him while he chews. There's no knee-jerk reaction, not even a glare coming to fruition yet when his eyes open and stay pinned on his friend.

Joonghyuk seems uncharacteristically sluggish because the leer comes full force in the next couple of seconds. He reaches out to Inho with his free hand, forming a threatening fist on the way—then gently knocks on his head. Bite on your tongue, idiot. A huff escapes between his bites as he mumbles: ]

Go eat before the side dishes go stale.

[ where joonghyuk's reaction is delayed, inho's happens in an instant, a hand slapping against the back of his head in feigned pain. ]

Ow, ow, ow! Assault! Battery!

[ it's all performative, of course. because as soon as he tosses his scruffy sweater over the back of the nearest chair he can find, inho drops the act, preoccupying himself with his favorite pastime of all: digging through joonghyuk's fridge. the side dishes aren't going to go stale if they wait outside for a few more minutes, right? ]

Hey, [ his call comes from over his shoulder. ] where'd you put the beer?

[ Joonghyuk huffs when his hand is slapped away, finding better comfort and company in another bun as he takes a seat at the dining table instead of the couch. The mention for beer gains another leer, but it relents with the drop of his shoulders. There's no exasperated sigh; it's just easily conveyed in his expression. ]

Freezer.

[ Because beer is best when it's icy cold, right? When Inho opens the freezer compartment of his fridge, there is definitely one single can for him. Joonghyuk isn't much of a drinker, especially at this time of day, so... Yeah, that's for Inho alone. ]

Turn off the stove when you've had enough.

[ He'll stuff the whole pot into his fridge later. ]

I'm looking, but I don't see—ahah! There it is!

[ once he's set his sights on the cass light, the cap's twisted right off and flicked onto the dining table's surface in less than a second. inho's the exact type of irresponsible college student to day drink, but not like, on his own or anything. a meal with a friend always tastes ten times better with a cold beer in hand—and leave it to joonghyuk to know precisely which one he likes.

he turns, kicking the fridge door closed with a foot, and is just about to throw his head back, take a swig. but he stops himself at the last moment and slightly tilts the mouth of the beer in joonghyuk's direction instead, with all the air of someone bullshitting a toast. ]

Thanks. [ for the meal, for tolerating his presence... the works. ] I'll poke through your cabinets in a sec.

[ because the only thing inho does well, besides piano, is running on his own time, keeping to his own pace. ]

Do you plan on doing that thing where you disappear into your room without saying a word? Or are you gonna stick around and keep an old pal company?

[ ... Inho. Joonghyuk gives another disapproving look when he watches the cap land onto the dining table. His eyes narrow onto the cap before he looks back to his friend—does he really hide in his room so often? It never occurred to him, so he scowls at the accusation. Maybe it's because Inho follows him or he always expects him to. ]

I already finished cleaning my room.

[ Which means he'll be sticking around the kitchen even though he's done with dumplings for lunch. The bag stays on the table, neatly rolled at the top to a close. If it seems like he handles a paper bag filled with dumplings better than he does people, eyes do not deceive. Of course, he cares for his friends in his own way... Like: ]

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