✣ [Because the dork would bring his bro food, lol.]
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✣ bringing them food
It wasn’t ever hard to find Eight, if he wasn’t in the ready room he was in the arena, and if he wasn’t there the best bet was to find him in class. Eight himself was aware of this, and thus it didn’t surprise him when his name was called out in the middle of doing sit-ups, even less when he recognized the voice. Then a towel was thrown at him the moment he turned around, Eight not being to slow to growl out his name.
“What was THAT for—”
What did surprise him was the basket in one of Nine’s hands. It looked so out of place he couldn’t do much else than stare for a couple of seconds. Slowly standing up ( towel now hanging around his neck, he was thankful for it all in all ) he made his way over. Turns out Nine had brought lunch with him, figuring they could eat it together and then spar. Eight didn’t find a reason to decline.
