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[bookoverflowers]

[if he's being honest with himself, he's still angry. accepting, but angry. so there's no music coming out of boys' 21 today, just silence. rui is curled up on the bed, reading, and waiting for a knock he's still not sure is going to come]

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[wetfortono]

[sighs]

Rui, do you like soba?

[bookoverflowers]

Yeah.

[wetfortono]

Well, I'm making some tonight, so if you'd like to come over... or I could just drop some off if you don't feel like going out. Either way, it's too much for me alone.

[bookoverflowers]

[the silence is alllmost long enough that it seems like maybe he's not going to answer]

...yeah. I'll come over then.

[wetfortono]

[was starting to hold his breath, but lets it go then. and also, you]

Good. Okay. I'll take my leave and get on that, then.

[gestures vaguely towards the paperbag before he thinks better of it and just leaves it where it is]

See you later?

[bookoverflowers]

See you later.

[he walks over to the paper bag and opens it carefully. he looks at its contents for another long minute before reaching in and pulling out an apple, which he polishes on his sleeve]