vcjiho

[vcjiho]

archive x ep.2 // wooseok

[vcjiho]

vchyunjin‌:

     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 he’s 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 ‘em all, and so his expression brightens when he sees the older male. he’s 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. 

     his expression is utterly bewildered and he speeds after jiho, very confused as he chases down the older male. “hyung? jiho hyung! why are you running away from me??”

he’s never run into a colleague outside of the grill before, considering that most of them don’t 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 he’s never had a reason to run into any one of them in his building either. so he hasn’t had the need to interact with any of them -- which works perfectly for him, because he doesn’t want to interact with them outside of the grill. 

he’s down on his luck today, it seems. 

hearing footsteps behind him, jiho groans to himself. the last and only time this had happened, the person hadn’t given chase. he can’t believe that today of all days, he had run into someone who he was somewhat friendly with at work. he doesn’t answer to the call, just continuing to run.

two faced,

[vcjiho]

vcseungho‌:

“pressed against—i’m not! hahahah!” 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. “double L–move already.” 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 seungho’s eyes widened as he heard the familiar sound of his plusle some where near by which means.

“peyton! don’t you dare!” 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 both–a bad habit he has yet to train her out of. “hey–jiho hyung you wouldn’t happen to be willing to open the door real quuick?” he called trying to sound like he wasn’t being squished or worrying about being hit with an electric attack. 

he rolls his eyes when he hears the other’s 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 seungho’s appearance at his door. he knows full well how often the other’s pokémon randomly escaped from their balls and -- when he’s quiet and his suitemate is as well, he can literally hear the sound of a pokéball opening. 

“nope,” 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 pokémon. he doesn’t usually help out, and he’s not planning to. though, after another moment or so, jiho does get curious. “tell me what you were going to make for dinner first.”

well cooked

[vcjiho]

vcdaehyun‌:

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 person’s piplup. if it’s not his tide, then he’s really not sure what to do. he’s already asked countless people with piplups if he can look at them, and not a single one of them has been tide. it’s been thirty minutes and daehyun is growing increasingly frantic. 

“tide?” 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 daehyun’s already frazzled nerves are going wild at the sudden question. the piplup flaps its flippers in excitement, clearly recognizing its owner. 

“y-yes…” he replies, his eyes wide and a flush rises to his face, now embarrassed for whatever reason. he doesn’t even know what’s wrong with the nickname tide, but the tone that the other male had taken leaves daehyun feeling abruptly like he’s done something very wrong.

“tide as in ... tide pod?” he asks, almost afraid to know the answer. the trainer in front of him definitely looks young enough to look like a gen z’er who would be dumb enough to name their first pokémon 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. 

honestly, with the names he’s heard some new kids at victoria calling their pokémon ... he probably wouldn’t even be the slightest bit surprised.

just disappointed. 

he holds out the piplup though, realizing that he was still holding the water pokémon in his arms, and one that definitely didn’t belong to him. he figures ditto might want to change into a water-type today, but jiho hasn’t figured that out yet. 

& by any other name ;

[vcjiho]

vcjiseok‌:

     his expression softens at jiho’s 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. 

     “i knew it,” he says in response, equally as solemn, his eyes twinkling and giving away his mirth. “i knew you were always plotting some nefarious plan, lee jiho. well, i can only say – i guess you’re probably going to win, because how am i supposed to win out against your pokepuffs?” he sighs dramatically, shaking his head in disbelief. “i can’t believe that years of friendship and partnership, and they’d pick you over me…” 

     although they both know that neither of them are serious, the conversation itself is rather entertaining, his eyes amused as he watches the other’s face. as jiho’s gaze drops to eevee, so does his, and his expression goes even softer as he runs a finger over her soft head. “guess you’ll be stuck here for a while,” he jokes softly. “eat some cookies while you’re trapped.”

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 pokémon. it’s funny because that wasn’t a joke that he would usually make, but the older male understands his humour well and knows that he’s kidding, and would never do such a thing. it’s hard to joke around other people, mostly because his humour is usually so dry and deadpan that most others think he’s actually being serious. 

it’s a shame. he thinks he’s actually quite funny. 

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. “you’ve mistaken my purpose here,” he points out after a few long sips of the tea, content that the leaves hadn’t been oversteeped -- not that he didn’t have faith in jiseok’s timing skills. there was a reason why he came so often to have tea with the older. 

“i’m only here for the cookies,” he explains after a moment’s pause, his tone of voice coloured with amusement. they both know that he’s only joking, but it amuses him greatly to say it nonetheless. 

+ chocolate chip cookies

[vcjiho]

vcjiseok‌:

     he almost laughs at the defensive tone in jiho’s 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 doesn’t endanger anyone – the most likely victim would be jiho himself, in jiseok’s opinion. “somehow i don’t think they pictured this when they said that,” he chuckles lowly and he shifts the tupperware lid in his fingers, eyes crinkled up in laughter. 

     he can practically see the thoughts that are flitting around in jiho’s mind, the younger male’s train of thought easier to guess due to how long they’ve known each other. as always, he waits patiently for jiho to cave, his expression very fond even as he holds the tupperware lid hostage. “good,” he replies once jiho grits out his reply, his smile genuine and he doesn’t really fear jiho running off once the lid is handed back, knowing that the other wouldn’t have agreed if he had truly minded. 

     and they both know that he wouldn’t have refused the return of the tupperware lid, if jiho had truly not wanted to have lunch together. 

     “have you had any of the food yet?” he asks, ignoring the demand of no hugs and deciding he’ll 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 he’ll 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 that’s work jiho and not regular jiho. 

placing the freshly-dried lid back onto the tupperware container once he’s wiped the wet part of it off on his shirt, shaking his head slightly and grumbling to himself about annoying hyungs. 

“no,” jiho answers after, his expression back to his neutral one that he always sported. “i only came to get poképuffs for ditto,” he adds after a moment, thinking he might need to explain himself. he wasn’t that interested in the barbecue or anything, considering this was food that was similar to dishes that were served at the gotta eat ‘em all grill and he could have any whenever he so wanted it. he really had only come to sneak snacks out for his pokémon. 

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. “if you get me damp, i’m never making you poképuffs again.”

thievery,

[vcjiho]

two faced,

a starter for @vchyunjin 

people who know lee jiho at victoria college and are asked to describe him will say that he hides behind his glasses, he’s quiet, he’s blunt, he’s cold. but people who know him as jiho, the waiter at gotta eat ‘em all grill will tell you that he’s kind and nice to kids, he’s always willing to help, he’s easy to talk to. 

what’s funny is that they’re the same person. 

his coworkers don’t usually find him outside of the grill, considering that he usually holes himself up in his lab or at his dorm, so most people aren’t 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 isn’t 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.

[vcjiho]

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. 

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 pokémon, holding it in his arms. “who’s your owner, buddy?” he asks, fully not expecting a response that he could work with. “great, let’s go find them.” he reaches up to gently stroke the piplup’s face, above it’s beak with a soft sigh. 

he spends a few moments wandering around, trying to see if anyone was looking for a piplup. when it’s been a while, he stops to get the piplup a poképuff and then sighs to himself. “what’s your name?” he asks, despite knowing that the pokémon wouldn’t answer him. hearing a voice behind him though, he turns, squinting in the kid’s direction. “hey kid, is this your -- tide?” jiho asks almost incredulously. “is that its name?”

& 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. he’d 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 they’d stepped out into the open. he supposes the little penguin had been enticed by all the water around, but still. couldn’t he have stayed or waited… 

“tide…!” 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 there’s too much blue around in honor of the water festival, and his piplup is certainly not the only one. he searches desperately, calling out tide’s name all the time, and as time passes, he grows more and more frantic, tears of fright starting to well up in his eyes. 

“tide – tide! where are you?!” he calls, his whole face a mask of fright. he spots a piplup in a stranger’s arms, but he isn’t sure if it’s his. “tide??” he calls as he hurries up to the male, hoping desperately.

[vcjiho]

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[vcjiho]

vcjiwon‌:

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.

“we had a bit of an accident this morning, someone bumped into me and bonsly had a bit of a tumble. he wasn’t hurt, but i think it scared him a lot! i just got him to stop crying before getting here.” 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 jiho–either because he wanted more attention, or because he worried that jiwon would hand him off to jiho. 

soon enough though her smile was back and directed full watts at jiho. “i brought lunch! are you hungry? i thought we could eat together today!!” she says, acting as if they don’t do this often enough. jiwon always wanting to make sure her brother was eating something, as well as just enjoying the time with him. 

“oh, that’s good then,’ he comments, peering over his glasses at the teary-eyed grass pokémon in his sister’s arms. he wasn’t overly concerned though, having seen the bonsly in various states likes this since jiwon had gotten it. he’s glad he had stopped crying before they arrived though, if only because he doesn’t know how to deal with baby and crying pokémon. he might wear a lab jacket, but it was one for research and not one for healing. thankfully. 

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. it’s something that it does a lot, knowing it would get a giggle out of her for certain. he sighs though -- he’s not any closer to figuring out his ditto’s evolutionary secrets today than he was when he first started on this project. it’s a bit discouraging, but he knows he can power through. he’ll hit a breakthrough soon, he’s sure of it. 

“oh, did you make lunch?” he asks, and his interest is genuinely peaked now. “or did you buy it?” 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. 

ʲᵘˢᵗ ʷᵒⁿᵈᵉʳᶦⁿᵍ

[vcjiho]

vcjiseok‌:

     his lips curl up at the corners at the other’s positive response, and he’d already had no doubts. he slides the mug over to the other, empty, as he takes the teapot, examining his store of teas. “let’s have oolong today,” he decides as he scoops an appropriate amount into the teapot, filling it with hot water from the dispenser quietly. 

     in all of this, he’s 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. “yeah, she hasn’t woken up at all,” 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 he’s made with his own hands. he doesn’t miss the smile that touches jiho’s lips, wishing the younger male would smile more often. he remembers days when they were young and jiho’s smiles had come as easily as his tears then.

     “if you keep sharing these with me, eun and haru will love you more than they love me.” he jokes with a smile, waiting for the tea to steep as he reaches for his own tupperware, taking jiho’s favorite chocolate chunk cookies and arranging them on a plate. sliding the plate over to the younger male. “i can keep her for a while longer, right?”

he nods, not saying anything in response. he’s sure that jiseok doesn’t need him to give a verbal response anymore, considering how long the older male has known him and known of his mannerisms. he’s 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 he’s not bothered by it. and if other people are, then that was clearly their problem and not his. he doesn’t care. 

“maybe that’s my end goal,” jiho replies, deadpan. he’s mostly joking, and for people who know him well it’s easy to tell. for people who didn’t, it would probably just sound like a threat of some sort. “clearly i’ve been planning from the very beginning to steal your pokémon from you.” 

glancing down at his eevee sleeping in jiseok’s lap, there’s a fond expression on his face despite the lack of smile on his lips. he trusts the other with his pokémon, but eevee has a soft spot for him, he’s pretty sure. though, he also leaves his ditto sometimes, considering the purple blob pokémon didn’t really have a reason to stick around in the lab if he wasn’t there. “yeah, i’m not going to wake her up.”

+ chocolate chip cookies

[vcjiho]

he can hear seungho’s voice echoing through the door and he’s 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 can’t 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 wasn’t fair. 

there’s the sound of something hitting the door though, and jiho is a bit confused as to what it was. though seungho’s muffled voice through the door reveals that it was one of his pokémon probably, had appeared and done something. he’s not sure he wants to know. “i’m not allergic to shrimp,” he finally calls back instead, spinning in a circle in his chair. maybe one day he would tell seungho that they’re actually the same age ... but today is not that day. “why are you pressed against my door ...”

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. “yo! jiho hyung!” he called, bouncing across the to the door of his suitmate. they’re 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. “is pasta tonight okay? are you allergic to shrimp? jiho hyung!!” 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 he’s suddenly being squished to the door as his lickilicky appears and squishes up against him. “ack—double L why..” he gets out in a wheeze, hoping that jiho doesn’t open his door right now. 

[vcjiho]

vcjiseok‌:

     he chuckles at the other’s petulance, his lips curving up at the corners in his signature smile, his eyes crinkling into crescents. “and yet you’re out here,” he remarks with laughter in his voice. “i’d have thought that you’d be ensconced safely within your dorm, away from all the hustle and bustle of the water festival.” he comments in amusement. 

     glancing down at the tupperware container in the other’s arms, his eyes fill with more laughter. “oh, you came to get pokepuffs, didn’t you?” he asks with a laugh, well-used to jiho’s reticence when he’s not in the mood to be talkative or whiny. jiho’s 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. 

     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. “come eat with me first,” he says with a smile, holding out the lid to the other, but fully intending to hold it back until jiho agrees. 

“they said free food,” is his defence and his voice is almost defiant with what he’s trying to defend his own actions with. “and then they said have as much as you want, so.” he’s not even sure why he’s working so hard to defend himself from jiseok, not when he knows the older male probably doesn’t care at all about what he does. unless he gets in trouble, and then his parents need to find out or whatever. 

jiwon is the new kid anyway, not him. 

he narrows his eyes at the tupperware lid that’s 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 wouldn’t do. that left him with no other choice, honestly, and he wouldn’t even be surprised if that was jiseok’s thought process all along. 

“fine,” he grits out eventually, a finger coming up to push his glasses from sliding down the bridge of his nose and then sighing. “but no hugs.”

thievery,

[vcjiho]

vcjiseok‌:

     his fingers stroke over the eevee’s 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. there’s 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. 

     he’s stretching his fingers out when two knocks on the door sound. the door is only partially closed, so he doesn’t 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 he’d expected. “she’s always good,” he replies with a fond smile and he runs his fingers over the tuft of white fur around her neck. “do you want some tea?” he offers, already reaching for a mug. 

     “so, what did you do while you left me to babysit ‘vee?” he asks with a fond smile, turning the screen of his computer off quietly. he’s amused, rolling his chair backwards slightly to adjust the eevee without waking her up. “i hope you had a productive day without her,” 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.

“always,” he answers the tea question once he’s gotten an affirmative that his eevee is doing well -- not that he had had any doubts about the safety of his pokémon. he knew that his eevee would be safe with jiseok, or he never would’ve left her there in the first place. that does not go to say that he likes jiseok’s company or anything, just the fact that he’s 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 pokémon. 

he doesn’t answer, just shrugging as he gently sits himself down on the chair in front of jiseok’s desk, having noted that the computer was off now. honestly, he could’ve just kept ‘vee with him during the entire baking process, like how his lycanroc stayed there with him. but he also knows jiseok enjoys his eevee’s company. 

instead, he slides the tupperware of fresh poképuffs across the desk silently, just a silent thanks for babysitting the eevee and for helping him out all these years. “she’s still asleep?” 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. 

+ chocolate chip cookies

[vcjiho]

[vcjiho]

his day starts as it usually does, considering that his schedule doesn’t usually waver unless he has to work. he does today, but he has the later afternoon shift which usually means more customers so he doesn’t mind too much. “jiwonnie,” he greets, a hint of a smile on his lips. it’s no secret that his sister is one of the only people he really tolerates most days, and that would probably never change if he’s honest. they grew up together, and spent most of their lives together so it’s not anything weird. 

“is bonsly okay?” 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 pokémon on the head. he feels a bit bad that a lot of his frustration is taken out on the purple pokémon, but it never seems to really mind. “he looks uh ... sad.” 

he raises an eyebrow, picking up ditto and just hugging the pokémon against his chest quietly. he doesn’t have much to say, knowing that his sister was probably here just to eat with him or something. 

ʲᵘˢᵗ ʷᵒⁿᵈᵉʳᶦⁿᵍ

@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. 

“oopa, good morning!” she calls in greeting, a cheery smile on her, and the morning call not quiet matching to the fact that it’s well past noon. in one hand she holds a lunch box and the other is cradling a rather teary eyed bonsly. “are you busy right now?” she enters further into the lab without hesitation having made plenty of trips here since starting at this school–of course following in her favorite brothers footsteps ( ignoring the fact they’re in different areas )–and she knows he wouldn’t turn her away unless something important was going on.  

“oh! ditto is out! good morning, ditto~” she smiles more as she see’s 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. 

[vcjiho]

vcjiseok‌:

     he’s 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 it’s rather uncomfortable, but as an associate professor, he thinks that he should probably keep a shirt on for propriety’s sake. it wouldn’t do to have the faculty wandering around, dressed improperly, he thinks wryly to himself. 

     he’s 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. 

    “jiho!” he greets the younger warmly. “i thought you’d be avoiding the festival,” he laughs in amusement, reaching out to pat the other’s head. it’s always fun to harass jiho, and he’s 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.

“i was avoiding the festival,” 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 he’s 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 can’t actually be mad about it. 

the head pat is accepted reluctantly, and jiho squints up at the older male. he doesn’t particularly want to keep this conversation, very tempted to just leave with his stash of poké-goods without saying anything else. but he doesn’t know what to say for that, just shaking his head and shrugging. 

he’s tugged closer and he digs his feet into the ground, backing away. “no, you’re not getting me wet,” he responds, shaking his head and the lid drops off of his container. “ah ... look what you did ... it’s wet now ...”

thievery,