LOOK UNDERNEATH.

lips purse as he thinks, eyes trained on the cup, shadows falling over moon cheeks from long lashes --- he really does want that coffee though. he struggles between pride and acceptance. what money he has is now going to go to luca in thanks for getting him off -- and he’s already struggling to put food on his table and pay his rent. he lets out a sigh, before head falls and he leans his head against table, mumbling a response. “ please buy me an iced coffee. ”

chin rests on hand as he stares, unblinking as luca explains and mind whirls. he should probably listen then -- after all, his parents worked hard for him to get to where he is and there’s a sigh of defeat. lawyers. his parents wouldn’t be able to afford to come see if him he got committed for anything -- not that he really knows anything about the asylums -- but he assumes. cloud of annoyance clears at the offer of coffee , and attention drifts towards the other, “ are you sure? i’ve already put you out enough. i’m sure you have much more important things than -- ” and arm waves towards himself. 

of course he knows he should have had a license -- but those are expensive and he can’t afford such a thing -- yet. the true failing is that he has no patience to wait for things that he wants. lips come together, before he looks away, stubbornly for only a moment. of course luca doesn’t say what he’s thinking but it’s not hard to read behind the lines. he feels like a child being chastised. his words are soft and he sulks like a child who is being punished but “fine. i’ll look into getting a license.” what luca won’t know won’t hurt him, right? 

in fact; he’s not busy. everything has been cancelled and the fact that he can’t even really go to the basketball court has him lazing around like a cat in a sunbeam. grey eyes trail to the flop of the other into his lap before attention drifts back to the tv -- some rerun of a game that he’s seen a thousand and one times probably. all knowledge to be learned from the game has already been learnt and as such he lets out a soft yawn, as neck rolls.  attention is soon captured though by the soft tones that vol uses -- and it’s unusual, part of him never knew that vol could be quiet, soft -- and soon, face is being shoved in front of him and lips quirk up slightly in amusement.  “ oh yea? ” a teasing tone, before hands come to rest on vols’ side, thumbs carrassing hips. “ what about this social distancing thing we’re suppose to be doing? ” not that it matters for them - not when vol basically lives with shuuzuo, but who would he be if he didn’t make things hard for the other? “ do you deserve a kiss? ”

floppy silver hair moves as he looks up as the other slaps down papers, moon-blessed eyes staying on the paperwork before verring off course to glance up to luca under soft gaze. full lips come together for only a moment as he contemplates on what he’s learned --- “ don’t get caught building a spacecraft. ” is that what he should have learned? absolutely not. is it WHAT he learned? absolutely! gaze trails to coffee and stomach rumbles -- well, now he wants coffee. stupid lawyers who can afford such luxuries. 

10. he thrifts for his clothes.

just casually, so casually, leans over and bites a shoulder !!!