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@vcjiho
archive x ep.2 // wooseok
two faced,
vchyunjinâ:
   being in his second semester but fairly outgoing, hyunjin has a decent number of friends. few of them are particularly close, but at the very least heâs got a good handful of people that he feels like he can talk to if he bumps into them in the hallways. there are, of course, some of his closer friends, like minsung, but those friends are few and far between.
   the person he sees in the hallway is someone he considers himself close enough to, seeing as how they work together at gotta eat âem all, and so his expression brightens when he sees the older male. heâs about to call out for the older when jiho makes eye contact with him, and to his utter surprise, turns on his heel and speeds away.Â
   his expression is utterly bewildered and he speeds after jiho, very confused as he chases down the older male. âhyung? jiho hyung! why are you running away from me??â
heâs never run into a colleague outside of the grill before, considering that most of them donât recognize him without his hair styled and with the fact that he hides behind his glasses regularly. also none of them are in the same major as him, so heâs never had a reason to run into any one of them in his building either. so he hasnât had the need to interact with any of them -- which works perfectly for him, because he doesnât want to interact with them outside of the grill.Â
heâs down on his luck today, it seems.Â
hearing footsteps behind him, jiho groans to himself. the last and only time this had happened, the person hadnât given chase. he canât believe that today of all days, he had run into someone who he was somewhat friendly with at work. he doesnât answer to the call, just continuing to run.
well cooked
vcseunghoâ:
âpressed againstâiâm not! hahahah!â seungho let out a string of very fake sounding laughter as he pushes against the door to push back his lickilicky that was holding him pinned there. a few muffled grunts and strained noises leaving him as he tried wiggling from the position. âdouble Lâmove already.â he said quietly as if trying to not alert jiho to the mess happening in the hall. there was the sound of another pokeball opening and seunghoâs eyes widened as he heard the familiar sound of his plusle some where near by which means.
âpeyton! donât you dare!â he called in the sternest tone he could as he wiggled more around his lickilicky to try and get free before his plusle got the bright idea to shock them bothâa bad habit he has yet to train her out of. âheyâjiho hyung you wouldnât happen to be willing to open the door real quuick?â he called trying to sound like he wasnât being squished or worrying about being hit with an electric attack.Â
he rolls his eyes when he hears the otherâs feeble response, and he turns his attention back to what he was doing at his desk, the open book sitting here half forgotten because of seunghoâs appearance at his door. he knows full well how often the otherâs pokĂ©mon randomly escaped from their balls and -- when heâs quiet and his suitemate is as well, he can literally hear the sound of a pokĂ©ball opening.Â
ânope,â he answers, flipping the page once he gets to the bottom of it and he has half a mind to leave the other to the mercy of his pokĂ©mon. he doesnât usually help out, and heâs not planning to. though, after another moment or so, jiho does get curious. âtell me what you were going to make for dinner first.â
& by any other name ;
vcdaehyunâ:
running up to the unfamiliar stranger, anxiety painted all over his face and tears very nearly welling up in his eyes, he hopes to all the higher powers above that this is tide and not some random personâs piplup. if itâs not his tide, then heâs really not sure what to do. heâs already asked countless people with piplups if he can look at them, and not a single one of them has been tide. itâs been thirty minutes and daehyun is growing increasingly frantic.Â
âtide?â he asks with this tiny note of hope in his voice, and the stranger turns to face him, already speaking and the incredulous question has daehyun shrinking back in surprise, his eyes widening. this male is taller than him (everyone is, really) and daehyunâs already frazzled nerves are going wild at the sudden question. the piplup flaps its flippers in excitement, clearly recognizing its owner.Â
ây-yesâŠâ he replies, his eyes wide and a flush rises to his face, now embarrassed for whatever reason. he doesnât even know whatâs wrong with the nickname tide, but the tone that the other male had taken leaves daehyun feeling abruptly like heâs done something very wrong.
âtide as in ... tide pod?â he asks, almost afraid to know the answer. the trainer in front of him definitely looks young enough to look like a gen zâer who would be dumb enough to name their first pokĂ©mon after the laundry detergent, considering the phase the world had gone though a while ago where teenagers everywhere were trying to eat said laundry detergent pod.Â
honestly, with the names heâs heard some new kids at victoria calling their pokĂ©mon ... he probably wouldnât even be the slightest bit surprised.
just disappointed.Â
he holds out the piplup though, realizing that he was still holding the water pokĂ©mon in his arms, and one that definitely didnât belong to him. he figures ditto might want to change into a water-type today, but jiho hasnât figured that out yet.Â
+ chocolate chip cookies
vcjiseokâ:
   his expression softens at jihoâs agreeing nod and he quietly pours the tea once the allotted time has passed, not wanting to oversteep their tea. the change in jiho has been occurring over the past decade, perhaps even more, and thus jiseok no longer finds himself discouraged by the non-verbal responses he often receives from the quiet male. he can see how other people might find the silence off-putting or even cold, but for jiseok, jiho expresses himself in other ways, just without words.Â
   âi knew it,â he says in response, equally as solemn, his eyes twinkling and giving away his mirth. âi knew you were always plotting some nefarious plan, lee jiho. well, i can only say â i guess youâre probably going to win, because how am i supposed to win out against your pokepuffs?â he sighs dramatically, shaking his head in disbelief. âi canât believe that years of friendship and partnership, and theyâd pick you over meâŠâÂ
   although they both know that neither of them are serious, the conversation itself is rather entertaining, his eyes amused as he watches the otherâs face. as jihoâs gaze drops to eevee, so does his, and his expression goes even softer as he runs a finger over her soft head. âguess youâll be stuck here for a while,â he jokes softly. âeat some cookies while youâre trapped.â
he allows a small smile to quirk up the corners of his lips for a moment when jiseok agrees to his plan of stealing his pokĂ©mon. itâs funny because that wasnât a joke that he would usually make, but the older male understands his humour well and knows that heâs kidding, and would never do such a thing. itâs hard to joke around other people, mostly because his humour is usually so dry and deadpan that most others think heâs actually being serious.Â
itâs a shame. he thinks heâs actually quite funny.Â
rolling his eyes as he accepts the cup of tea, jiho raises the cup to his lips to blow gently on the surface of the liquid before he takes a sip, making sure not to burn himself. âyouâve mistaken my purpose here,â he points out after a few long sips of the tea, content that the leaves hadnât been oversteeped -- not that he didnât have faith in jiseokâs timing skills. there was a reason why he came so often to have tea with the older.Â
âiâm only here for the cookies,â he explains after a momentâs pause, his tone of voice coloured with amusement. they both know that heâs only joking, but it amuses him greatly to say it nonetheless.Â
thievery,
vcjiseokâ:
   he almost laughs at the defensive tone in jihoâs voice but manages to restrain himself, his lips simply quirking up at the corners. they both know that jiseok really could care less about what jiho chooses to do, as long as it doesnât endanger anyone â the most likely victim would be jiho himself, in jiseokâs opinion. âsomehow i donât think they pictured this when they said that,â he chuckles lowly and he shifts the tupperware lid in his fingers, eyes crinkled up in laughter.Â
   he can practically see the thoughts that are flitting around in jihoâs mind, the younger maleâs train of thought easier to guess due to how long theyâve known each other. as always, he waits patiently for jiho to cave, his expression very fond even as he holds the tupperware lid hostage. âgood,â he replies once jiho grits out his reply, his smile genuine and he doesnât really fear jiho running off once the lid is handed back, knowing that the other wouldnât have agreed if he had truly minded.Â
   and they both know that he wouldnât have refused the return of the tupperware lid, if jiho had truly not wanted to have lunch together.Â
   âhave you had any of the food yet?â he asks, ignoring the demand of no hugs and deciding heâll just spring one on jiho when the younger is least expecting it, scanning the area around them curiously.
he has half a thought to just leave, not bothering to eat with the older, but he can already imagine the whining heâll have to deal with eventually when they meet up again, and jiho might be a decently patient person, but not enough to deal with that. he might deal with children and teenagers and annoying customers alike at work, but thatâs work jiho and not regular jiho.Â
placing the freshly-dried lid back onto the tupperware container once heâs wiped the wet part of it off on his shirt, shaking his head slightly and grumbling to himself about annoying hyungs.Â
âno,â jiho answers after, his expression back to his neutral one that he always sported. âi only came to get pokĂ©puffs for ditto,â he adds after a moment, thinking he might need to explain himself. he wasnât that interested in the barbecue or anything, considering this was food that was similar to dishes that were served at the gotta eat âem all grill and he could have any whenever he so wanted it. he really had only come to sneak snacks out for his pokĂ©mon.Â
he has a vague feeling that jiseok had something planned and he narrows his eyes behind his glasses, blinking up at the taller male before shaking his head. âif you get me damp, iâm never making you pokĂ©puffs again.â
two faced,
a starter for @vchyunjinÂ
people who know lee jiho at victoria college and are asked to describe him will say that he hides behind his glasses, heâs quiet, heâs blunt, heâs cold. but people who know him as jiho, the waiter at gotta eat âem all grill will tell you that heâs kind and nice to kids, heâs always willing to help, heâs easy to talk to.Â
whatâs funny is that theyâre the same person.Â
his coworkers donât usually find him outside of the grill, considering that he usually holes himself up in his lab or at his dorm, so most people arenât even really aware that he exists outside of work. which is exactly what he wants them to think, so he can be left alone during the time when he would want to be left alone. but, luck isnât on his side today, apparently, when he turns the corner to head from the cafeteria and sees hyunjin down the hall. he stops in his tracks, makes eye contact, and immediately turns on his heel and speeds back the way he had just come.
& by any other name ;
a starter for @vcjiho !
daehyun whines to himself, hardly daring believe that the instant he wandered out into the water festival, chaos had struck him. heâd planned to spend the day with tide, since the piplup is the only one of his pokemon who actually enjoys water, but tide, troublemaker that he is, had scampered off almost immediately after theyâd stepped out into the open. he supposes the little penguin had been enticed by all the water around, but still. couldnât he have stayed or waitedâŠÂ
âtideâŠ!â he calls out with a pout, his eyebrows furrowing together in worry as he searches the area for his lost piplup. the problem is that thereâs too much blue around in honor of the water festival, and his piplup is certainly not the only one. he searches desperately, calling out tideâs name all the time, and as time passes, he grows more and more frantic, tears of fright starting to well up in his eyes.Â
âtide â tide! where are you?!â he calls, his whole face a mask of fright. he spots a piplup in a strangerâs arms, but he isnât sure if itâs his. âtide??â he calls as he hurries up to the male, hoping desperately.
he had just been minding his own business when a random piplup had literally wandered right up to him and held its arms out to be picked up. what? he had blinked down at the water pokémon, squinting at it as he tried to discern if it had confused him for someone else or something.
which was impossible. he was the only one in this school who had this face.Â
and then it had started looking like it was going to cry when he tried to walk away, so jiho really had no choice but to pick it up. damn him and his weak heart. he sighs, having crouched down to pick up the little penguin pokĂ©mon, holding it in his arms. âwhoâs your owner, buddy?â he asks, fully not expecting a response that he could work with. âgreat, letâs go find them.â he reaches up to gently stroke the piplupâs face, above itâs beak with a soft sigh.Â
he spends a few moments wandering around, trying to see if anyone was looking for a piplup. when itâs been a while, he stops to get the piplup a pokĂ©puff and then sighs to himself. âwhatâs your name?â he asks, despite knowing that the pokĂ©mon wouldnât answer him. hearing a voice behind him though, he turns, squinting in the kidâs direction. âhey kid, is this your -- tide?â jiho asks almost incredulously. âis that its name?â
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vcjiwonâ:
her smile grows when ditto waves at her, having always been greatly amused over the purple pokemon. crossing over to set the lunch box down so that she could gently pat the pokemon on the head. her brother points out the current upsetting state of her baby, which draws a pout to her lips, both hands moving to hold the pokemon.
âwe had a bit of an accident this morning, someone bumped into me and bonsly had a bit of a tumble. he wasnât hurt, but i think it scared him a lot! i just got him to stop crying before getting here.â she was pouting as she gazed at the baby, gently running a hand along the pokemons side as it sniffled at her. she was half worried the pokemon would start crying again once closer to jihoâeither because he wanted more attention, or because he worried that jiwon would hand him off to jiho.Â
soon enough though her smile was back and directed full watts at jiho. âi brought lunch! are you hungry? i thought we could eat together today!!â she says, acting as if they donât do this often enough. jiwon always wanting to make sure her brother was eating something, as well as just enjoying the time with him.Â
âoh, thatâs good then,â he comments, peering over his glasses at the teary-eyed grass pokĂ©mon in his sisterâs arms. he wasnât overly concerned though, having seen the bonsly in various states likes this since jiwon had gotten it. heâs glad he had stopped crying before they arrived though, if only because he doesnât know how to deal with baby and crying pokĂ©mon. he might wear a lab jacket, but it was one for research and not one for healing. thankfully.Â
nodding at her offer, he allows his ditto to slide over to his sister, watching as it flattened itself on the bench next to her. itâs something that it does a lot, knowing it would get a giggle out of her for certain. he sighs though -- heâs not any closer to figuring out his dittoâs evolutionary secrets today than he was when he first started on this project. itâs a bit discouraging, but he knows he can power through. heâll hit a breakthrough soon, heâs sure of it.Â
âoh, did you make lunch?â he asks, and his interest is genuinely peaked now. âor did you buy it?â his voice has picked up a somewhat teasing tone, knowing that neither of them are the greatest cooks in the world, considering how they were raised.Â
+ chocolate chip cookies
vcjiseokâ:
   his lips curl up at the corners at the otherâs positive response, and heâd already had no doubts. he slides the mug over to the other, empty, as he takes the teapot, examining his store of teas. âletâs have oolong today,â he decides as he scoops an appropriate amount into the teapot, filling it with hot water from the dispenser quietly.Â
   in all of this, heâs careful not to disturb the sleeping eevee on his lap, relying on his rolling chair to keep him moving smoothly without startling the normal-type pokemon awake. he rolls back slowly to place the teapot on the desk between their cups. âyeah, she hasnât woken up at all,â he murmurs softly, his lips curling up at the corners as he takes the tupperware of fresh pokepuffs, always very touched whenever jiho shares the things heâs made with his own hands. he doesnât miss the smile that touches jihoâs lips, wishing the younger male would smile more often. he remembers days when they were young and jihoâs smiles had come as easily as his tears then.
   âif you keep sharing these with me, eun and haru will love you more than they love me.â he jokes with a smile, waiting for the tea to steep as he reaches for his own tupperware, taking jihoâs favorite chocolate chunk cookies and arranging them on a plate. sliding the plate over to the younger male. âi can keep her for a while longer, right?â
he nods, not saying anything in response. heâs sure that jiseok doesnât need him to give a verbal response anymore, considering how long the older male has known him and known of his mannerisms. heâs not sure when it had happened -- when he had stopped being so open about his emotions and feelings, and when he had started being like this. but heâs not bothered by it. and if other people are, then that was clearly their problem and not his. he doesnât care.Â
âmaybe thatâs my end goal,â jiho replies, deadpan. heâs mostly joking, and for people who know him well itâs easy to tell. for people who didnât, it would probably just sound like a threat of some sort. âclearly iâve been planning from the very beginning to steal your pokĂ©mon from you.âÂ
glancing down at his eevee sleeping in jiseokâs lap, thereâs a fond expression on his face despite the lack of smile on his lips. he trusts the other with his pokĂ©mon, but eevee has a soft spot for him, heâs pretty sure. though, he also leaves his ditto sometimes, considering the purple blob pokĂ©mon didnât really have a reason to stick around in the lab if he wasnât there. âyeah, iâm not going to wake her up.â
well cooked
@vcjiho
the evening rolled in and seungho was up from his mid afternoon nap to get ready for work. prancing around his room in his formal work wear which was such a flip from the normal ace trainer get up he normally has. âyo! jiho hyung!â he called, bouncing across the to the door of his suitmate. theyâre super close pals and seungho has taken it upon his shoulders to cook dinner on the nights they both find them selves here as he normally has time before work to cook. âis pasta tonight okay? are you allergic to shrimp? jiho hyung!!â he calls through the door, knocking a few times.
he knows jiho is here as he caught the older coming in when he had woken from his nap. before he could knock again though the sound of a pokeball opening makes him pause, and he finds himself jumping in surprise when heâs suddenly being squished to the door as his lickilicky appears and squishes up against him. âackâdouble L why..â he gets out in a wheeze, hoping that jiho doesnât open his door right now.Â
he can hear seunghoâs voice echoing through the door and heâs very thankful to past!jiho for having thought ahead and closed and locked his door earlier when he had arrived back in his dorm. he canât believe he had somehow ended up with the other male as a suitemate this semester, after having so meticulously chosen a dorm as far away from people he knew as possible. what even were the chances that the other would choose the room right beside his? it wasnât fair.Â
thereâs the sound of something hitting the door though, and jiho is a bit confused as to what it was. though seunghoâs muffled voice through the door reveals that it was one of his pokĂ©mon probably, had appeared and done something. heâs not sure he wants to know. âiâm not allergic to shrimp,â he finally calls back instead, spinning in a circle in his chair. maybe one day he would tell seungho that theyâre actually the same age ... but today is not that day. âwhy are you pressed against my door ...â
thievery,
vcjiseokâ:
   he chuckles at the otherâs petulance, his lips curving up at the corners in his signature smile, his eyes crinkling into crescents. âand yet youâre out here,â he remarks with laughter in his voice. âiâd have thought that youâd be ensconced safely within your dorm, away from all the hustle and bustle of the water festival.â he comments in amusement.Â
   glancing down at the tupperware container in the otherâs arms, his eyes fill with more laughter. âoh, you came to get pokepuffs, didnât you?â he asks with a laugh, well-used to jihoâs reticence when heâs not in the mood to be talkative or whiny. jihoâs whined complaint in response to being tugged closer draws a laugh out of jiseok, and he leans down to pick up the lid, holding it between his fingers.Â
   he would prefer to hug the other, but he thinks he might save that for later, knowing the grumpiness the action will certainly draw out of the younger male. âcome eat with me first,â he says with a smile, holding out the lid to the other, but fully intending to hold it back until jiho agrees.Â
âthey said free food,â is his defence and his voice is almost defiant with what heâs trying to defend his own actions with. âand then they said have as much as you want, so.â heâs not even sure why heâs working so hard to defend himself from jiseok, not when he knows the older male probably doesnât care at all about what he does. unless he gets in trouble, and then his parents need to find out or whatever.Â
jiwon is the new kid anyway, not him.Â
he narrows his eyes at the tupperware lid thatâs being held out to him, and he wonders vaguely what the other would do if he were to just turn on his heel and leave without the lid. but then one of his tupperware containers would be missing a lid, and that just wouldnât do. that left him with no other choice, honestly, and he wouldnât even be surprised if that was jiseokâs thought process all along.Â
âfine,â he grits out eventually, a finger coming up to push his glasses from sliding down the bridge of his nose and then sighing. âbut no hugs.â
+ chocolate chip cookies
vcjiseokâ:
   his fingers stroke over the eeveeâs head gently, patiently, just doing work with one hand as his other is fully occupied. despite the handicap of having only one hand, the quiet and the soothing presence of the sleeping eevee helping him to concentrate. thereâs no possibility of him getting distracted by games because he only has the one hand, and videos or movies are out of the question because of the noise it would cause.Â
   heâs stretching his fingers out when two knocks on the door sound. the door is only partially closed, so he doesnât need to get up and open it for the other. not that jiho would have waited anyways, and he glances up to see exactly who heâd expected. âsheâs always good,â he replies with a fond smile and he runs his fingers over the tuft of white fur around her neck. âdo you want some tea?â he offers, already reaching for a mug.Â
   âso, what did you do while you left me to babysit âvee?â he asks with a fond smile, turning the screen of his computer off quietly. heâs amused, rolling his chair backwards slightly to adjust the eevee without waking her up. âi hope you had a productive day without her,â he jokes, rubbing a soft ear between his fingers, just the lightest touch. haru no longer has these fluffy ears and jiseok would be the first to admit that sometimes he misses when haru was an eevee, not an espeon.
âalways,â he answers the tea question once heâs gotten an affirmative that his eevee is doing well -- not that he had had any doubts about the safety of his pokĂ©mon. he knew that his eevee would be safe with jiseok, or he never wouldâve left her there in the first place. that does not go to say that he likes jiseokâs company or anything, just the fact that heâs known the older male or so long that he has enough blackmail on the older if he ever needed to use it, and that he knows that the other would never hurt a pokĂ©mon.Â
he doesnât answer, just shrugging as he gently sits himself down on the chair in front of jiseokâs desk, having noted that the computer was off now. honestly, he couldâve just kept âvee with him during the entire baking process, like how his lycanroc stayed there with him. but he also knows jiseok enjoys his eeveeâs company.Â
instead, he slides the tupperware of fresh pokĂ©puffs across the desk silently, just a silent thanks for babysitting the eevee and for helping him out all these years. âsheâs still asleep?â he asks quietly, leaning forward slightly just to peek over at her, the tiniest shadow of a smile ghosting across his lips before his expression falls back to his usual stoic one, the smile nowhere to be seen.Â
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@vcjiho
a day off work also means a day that she can visit people she enjoys spending time with. a quick check at her calender ( put together to track not only her own schedule, but the schedule of her brother ) and confirming the older lee sibling should be in his lab, she crossed campus from her dorm to that very location.Â
âoopa, good morning!â she calls in greeting, a cheery smile on her, and the morning call not quiet matching to the fact that itâs well past noon. in one hand she holds a lunch box and the other is cradling a rather teary eyed bonsly. âare you busy right now?â she enters further into the lab without hesitation having made plenty of trips here since starting at this schoolâof course following in her favorite brothers footsteps ( ignoring the fact theyâre in different areas )âand she knows he wouldnât turn her away unless something important was going on. Â
âoh! ditto is out! good morning, ditto~â she smiles more as she seeâs the purple pokemon. not surprise that it was out as his brother always seems to be playing with shape shifting pokemon. they seem quiet close, though she wonders if jiho ever gets tired of shouting the poor things ears off.Â
his day starts as it usually does, considering that his schedule doesnât usually waver unless he has to work. he does today, but he has the later afternoon shift which usually means more customers so he doesnât mind too much. âjiwonnie,â he greets, a hint of a smile on his lips. itâs no secret that his sister is one of the only people he really tolerates most days, and that would probably never change if heâs honest. they grew up together, and spent most of their lives together so itâs not anything weird.Â
âis bonsly okay?â he asks after a moment, watching as ditto waves one of its arms at his sister and he shakes his head slightly in amusement, reaching out to gently pat the shape-shifting pokĂ©mon on the head. he feels a bit bad that a lot of his frustration is taken out on the purple pokĂ©mon, but it never seems to really mind. âhe looks uh ... sad.âÂ
he raises an eyebrow, picking up ditto and just hugging the pokĂ©mon against his chest quietly. he doesnât have much to say, knowing that his sister was probably here just to eat with him or something.Â
thievery,
vcjiseokâ:
   heâs been having plenty of fun the past two days, interacting with faculty and students alike, fully prepared to get wet. his t-shirt has long been soaked through, and itâs rather uncomfortable, but as an associate professor, he thinks that he should probably keep a shirt on for proprietyâs sake. it wouldnât do to have the faculty wandering around, dressed improperly, he thinks wryly to himself.Â
   heâs in the process of contemplating whether he wants some food or not, even considering letting out a few of his pokemon to keep him company and eat lunch with him, when someone walks right into him. he blinks in surprise, noting that the figure is shorter than him, but not as tiny as some of the students can be. thus, he concludes that it must be a male student, and when a familiar face tips to peer up at him, a familiar action pushing glasses up a delicate nose, he breaks out into a smile.Â
  âjiho!â he greets the younger warmly. âi thought youâd be avoiding the festival,â he laughs in amusement, reaching out to pat the otherâs head. itâs always fun to harass jiho, and heâs genuinely surprised to see that the younger male is here, considering how troublesome the other finds the messiness of this festival. he tugs the other close, a wide grin on his face, a little too close considering how wet he is.
âi was avoiding the festival,â he sighs and his nose scrunches up just a tiny bit, shaking his head slightly. he was a bit upset over the whole thing, the fact that he had needed to come into the festival to begin with because he absolutely did not want to get wet. and he had managed it so far, considering that heâs not even the slightest bit damp, aside from the water that had splashed on him from the ice buckets holing drinks. that had been his own fault, so he canât actually be mad about it.Â
the head pat is accepted reluctantly, and jiho squints up at the older male. he doesnât particularly want to keep this conversation, very tempted to just leave with his stash of pokĂ©-goods without saying anything else. but he doesnât know what to say for that, just shaking his head and shrugging.Â
heâs tugged closer and he digs his feet into the ground, backing away. âno, youâre not getting me wet,â he responds, shaking his head and the lid drops off of his container. âah ... look what you did ... itâs wet now ...â