[Listen, Hinata. He’s a king on the court, but he’s merely a pawn in someone else’s house.] I’m coming. [The bag gets a grunt of protest, and he reaches up with his only free hand to snatch it off. He probably crushes some more chips in the process.
But he’s moving at least, beelining after Hinata for the kitchen, and when he gets there, he places the drinks and the bag on the counter. It’s... cute. It’s easy to tell there’s a mother and a little sister, and it’s easy to tell there’s Hinata. When he finds himself staring, he focuses and looks away. His hair is still a disaster.]] Don’t eat them all in one go, fatty.
Where did you want to practice? My stuff is in my bag.
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But he’s moving at least, beelining after Hinata for the kitchen, and when he gets there, he places the drinks and the bag on the counter. It’s... cute. It’s easy to tell there’s a mother and a little sister, and it’s easy to tell there’s Hinata. When he finds himself staring, he focuses and looks away. His hair is still a disaster.]] Don’t eat them all in one go, fatty.
Where did you want to practice? My stuff is in my bag.