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Furuya -- take a break. You donât have the stamina to continue.
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It was Frayneâs fault.  In fact, the other boy had done absolutely nothing wrong at all.  Frayne had stumbled, and to catch himself, the plastic bags in his hands had been sacrificed to the ground, resulting in several items rolling away from the scene and an entire carton of eggs, which was now dripping yolk from the sides, landing hard on the ground.  His hand had also hit the pavement hard, and he flinched at the sight of a scrape that was beginning to attract small flecks of blood. No, the only thing that the other boy had been guilty of was being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Frayne cursed under this breath, rising up on his feet shakily, eyes immediately landing on the taller, dark-haired boy.  To Frayne, the only logical assumption was that he had been pushed; or, if that was too unlikely, that this other kid had somehow willed him to fall.  With one more glance down toward his broken eggs, Frayne growled, head snapping up to glare at the stranger.                       âWell?  Are you going to help me pick it up or not?â
Tugs on his sleeve. "...You're... smart, right, Haruichi-kun?" Stares at him expectantly.
what kind of a question was that? how was he even supposed to respond? Â brows furrow andhe glances off to the side, despite the fact thathis eyes are hidden.Â
âu-- um . . well, iâd certainly like to think so . . .â
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He felt slow, lazy, tired. Or maybe it wasnât so much he was tired as it felt like he had bricks tied to his ankles that were dragging behind him against the cement his tennis shoes were tap tap tapping against as he tried to get his bearings about him after getting off the train. It probably would have been a good idea to go home with someone who heâd gone out with, but it didnât exactly feel like he should have done something like that, either.
So opting to stumble back to his shared dorm was his only other option (though he was sure his roommate wouldnât appreciate it), fingers numbly sliding over the keys in his jacket pocket consistently to remind himself that he actually had to unlock the door to get in. Really, it was also a pathetic reminder that heâd lost his keys twice that night and needed to make sure he didnât lose them again when there wasnât someone more sober to hand them to him. In reality, he didnât want to lose them. Not this time, no.
Eijun was actually pretty lucky to make it to his dorm, in all honesty. While he may have fumbled with the key (and missed the lock several times), he still managed to make it in, dropping the keys, wallet, and jacket to the desk with soft clinks and thuds. He wasnât really the type to go to house parties or parties in general, let alone drink, but somehow his teammate had managed to drag him out, convince him it was fun, and get him wasted to the point that instead of plugging in his phone, he was leaning against his desk and flipping through numbers. He hovered over a certain pitcherâs name before clicking the call button.
âAnswer .. your phone. Stupid.â
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i see you sleeping, furuya! if youâre going to nap out here .. go to your room.
( and for once eijun probably has more - or enough - sense, nudging his thigh with a foot. )
