“i’m hungryyy,” bao whined, not for the first time over the course of half an hour. just getting up and making some food themselves wasn’t as satisfying as hopefully having someone else acknowledge it. they shifted around on the couch until they were sitting with legs crossed and reached out to set their hand on their friends arm. “what if - hear me out - what if we play a game and the loser makes us food?” the question was accompanied by a bright smile in an attempt to make the proposal sound more appealing. “it can’t be a shooty game though because im tragically bad at those.”
(two tone whistle to get the attention of @heartbloomed cause this is for her)











