me, after writing a few fluffy chapters: lets make chapter 17 angsty as FUCK. (and drop heavy plot/lore for the au)
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and to the boys' luck, it landed on ten. in a one out of twenty chance, it happened.
"how-"
"i don't know! i normally get extremely good rolls!"
"is that why you gave me eleven to twenty...?"
"maybe~! anyw-"
"we should probably split the bed up."
"that's not going to work."
"why not?"
"i tend to cling onto whatever's near me when asleep." venti chuckled.
"is that why earli-"
"mhm!"
xiao sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "you're insufferable."
"and yet we're friends!"
xiao nodded slowly, and venti chuckled more.
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the two spent the next few hours getting to know each other.
xiao had learned venti's clinginess came from his lack of being able to let people go, and venti had learned that xiao couldn't eat certain foods due to general preference. [hence the pretzel at the mall.]
as they spoke, venti ended up getting more tired. tired enough that he sprawled out on the couch. [and took up xiao's personal space, even more than before.]
"venti-"
"hm?"
"you're laying across my lap, why?"
" 'm tired and i don't want to get up."
"then how about this?" xiao picked venti up, bridal style, and walked towards the bedroom.
"hey! i was perfectly comfy where i was!"
"and i wasn't. now you can sleep."
"you're staying then."
"why?"
"because then you're not sleeping on the couch."
"... fine, but i have insomnia."
"and? as long as you're not on your phone too late into the night, it's fine."
"okay..."
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modernity - xiaoven
Fanfictionfuck. this old description doesn't fit the book anymore- i'm too lazy to change it. (i have like 46 more chapters to write, so-) modernity - the quality or condition of being modern. venti felt he was modern. or well, close to being modern. he didn...
