even though he’d been staring at the door the entire time he’d been waiting for moonsik, angel still jumped as it swung open and revealed the person he’d come to see. instead of a smile, he found himself frowning at the other. “okay, first of all, don’t call me that. second, why are you asking so many questions?”
instead of waiting for a reply, angel gently pushed moonsik further back into the dorm and followed, kicking the door shut behind him. clearly, he had no issue making himself feel at home. “i don’t need your address to know where you live, moonsik. the internet is a wonderful place.” he explained, as if that was an adequate answer.
“i’m here because i’m bored, and i just know you weren’t doing anything productive, so here i am!” he continued, making a stupid little ta-da ! motion with his hands before bending down to take his shoes off. really, he’d taken a gamble on the fact that the other would be here, and was honestly quite surprised to be right.
standing back up, angel smiled brightly, taking in the phoenix dorm. he’d managed to figure out where it was, but he had had no idea what it would actually look like — fairly similar to the select! dorms, but clearly more lived in. absentmindedly, he wondered if his own dorm would ever look so homely.
suddenly remembering the weight on his shoulder, angel swung his bag to the side to show it off to moonsik. “i brought my make up! i would do it on one of the select trainees, but it would be a waste. but you’ll let me do your make up, right? you can even nap while i do it!” he pointed to the blanket around moonsik’s shoulders, having guessed what the other had been up to before he showed up.
moon rolled his eyes, sticking his tongue out. “am i not allowed to ask questions when someone shows up at my house when they’ve never been given my address?” he huffed, closing the door as angel quickly made himself at home. “if you found it that easily i’d be scared to know how fast other people could figure out where we live. maybe i’ll have to bring that up to our manager.”
he kicked angel’s shoes off to the side, adding them to the small pile of other footwear in front of the enterance to the boy’s dorm. “is resting not productive? everyone always tells me that i should so it’s a little conflicting for you to show up here and say that i shouldn’t.” he waved his hand off in the general direction of the living space. “make yourself at home since you’re here. do you want a drink or anything?”
he let out a soft laugh, wandering over to topple over onto a couch. “okay, i’m game.” he tugged the blanket over himself, creating a little moonsik cocoon with only his face left on show. “i’m all yours as long as it means that i can snooze for just a couple minutes. just don’t make me look stupid.”