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*snickers in the background* Bro’s going to get got

bro no, bro please

"What did he break this time?”

          " ................. I didn't break anything... much.... "

           "Bug--?" His lips pulled into a frown, and his shoulders sagged just a tad. "I'm... b-buggin' you?" 

There’s no attempt at playing polite; there isn’t any light in his eyes that welcomes people over. If anything, the boy looks offensive. He’s here for a reason, and isn’t doing anything for that reason, so what’s the point? His own amusement? Maybe at a later time, he muses silently, tongue darting out to wet his thin lips.

He’s content to sit back and watch, for the moment. Midousuji isn’t exactly patient, but he can wait until something- someone?- draws his attention. He’ll sit. He’ll wait. Midousuji will watch the people pass bye with wide, unblinking eyes, and only take a little satisfaction from the way they flinch back. For now, that’s all he’ll do.

          Bokuto was a loud person.

          He didn't notice it himself, however.

          "Whooooooooooa, you're my roomie, aren't ya?" Every syllable was loud, boisterous, and with way too much energy. "Whatcha doin' sitting out here by yourself, Roomie-san?"  He tilted his head to the side, wide golden eyes staring into the other's without a hint of apprehension. 

          ( Because Bokuto barely knew what 'apprehension' meant, let alone how to experience it. )