` @bvbblin· .
“…mine?”
on other days, he’d oblige without hesitation. but today, the past two weeks, and the two weeks after have been chock-full of seasonal mischief. this morning it’d been a fake dead rat strategically placed above his head and a mug full of brew that smelled way too coppery and meaty to be black coffee. so when dusty hears sunwei’s request and what he does instead is hesitantly draw back both his arms, well, can you really blame him?
curiosity gets to him nonetheless: “what for?”
and then at his response: “oh.” well thank god. “oh wow, you overachiever.”
contrary to popular belief, dustin actually only had a vague idea of sunwei’s future ambitions, in full understanding that 1) he’s working towards something and 2) said something, he’ll probably reach without a problem.
it’s enough to coax out left, then right, laying them flat on the desk’s surface, easy grin back in tow. “is it part of protocol to ask if i have a favorite arm?”
𝑺𝑼𝑵𝑾𝑬𝑰 , 𝑻𝑶𝑶 , 𝑯𝑨𝑫 𝑩𝑬𝑬𝑵 𝑻𝑯𝑬 recipient of some light hearted and not so light hearted pranks . nothing seemed to be spared at his expense either , considering how susceptible the hufflepuff was to each and every mischievous ploy , never being one to second question peoples’ intentions. some gryffindor student ( albeit impressively ) had charmed the flowers he tended so obediently in the more secluded quarters of the greenhouses to to scream upon being watered , which caused the poor prefect to nearly pass out upon unsuspectingly going about his day routinely carrying a levitating watering - can behind him . whilst sunny had been ordered to report such instances to a higher member of staff , he couldn’t really bring himself to dampen the seasonal spirits . during his time as a prefect , the boy had only handed out two or three detentions , and that was only because they were things that couldn’t simply be ignored . meagre offences though , no qualms were to be had as the blonde allowed them to slip beneath the radar .
❛ i mean , not really over achieving . would you want a medi-wizard who doesn’t know how to bandage assessing you ? i don’t even want to be a doctor , by the way . it’s just something to work myself up to my dream occupation . ❜ sun hums in retort , inquisitive eyes darting to and fro between both of the arms now extended on the table for him , as if it were some form of gamble in which there was a wrong and a right selection . ❛ well ... if you’re willing to sacrifice your favourite arm then so be it , ❜ the sudden sombreness pricking his tone shouldn’t go amiss , though the cheeriness breaks through moments later in illusion to his teasing , similar to relentless beams of sunlight cracking through the fissures of bleary , grey thunder clouds . ❛ usually people are more prone to injuring their writing hand , but who knows , you could be ambidextrous so ... i’ll take any arm ! ❜
