* 𝘖𝘍𝘍 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀.
Going south from the tribune, the halls of the student center crowd themselves easily at the dimming hour. Shopping venues would find better use elsewhere, he thinks. There are much better selections off campus, but similarly, he’s not in the mood for more travelling. Although it barely hits traditional dinner times, it’s clear that everyone wants to escape their academic worries tonight. Elias follows the general sentiment the closer he gets to the food court. A series of vending machines, with the promise of caffeine and a quick snack, is discarded the moment he sees Minseok. Trading one idea of junk food for another, it seems. With a hand propped on Minseok’s shoulder, his brow is raised in question. “You skipping on your stream tonight?” He pauses as he scans his face. Not that he hasn’t missed his fair share of Minseok’s streams before either, but there is an increased level of personal concern when they removed the screen barrier. “Otherwise, play me at Street Fighter, and the loser pays for dinner.” He nudges his head in the direction of the arcade, not at all sure the game would even be playable tonight.
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