THAT WAY (suna)

quarantine. (pt. 2)

SATURDAY, OCTOBER 26TH
[ 21 : 45 ]

suna had finally granted you
access to the medicine after
you cooked him "the best spicy
noodles he has ever had".

at the moment of consumption,
it had given you energy,
driving you to agree to play
some board games with the man
who had turned into a child.

rintarou suna
"how about monopoly?"

y/n
"that takes hours!"

rintarou suna
"we watched the office for
hours, too!"

y/n
"you fell asleep twenty
minutes in, so fuck off!"

the discussion was
interrupted by an enormous
cough rattling suna.

dramatically, he held his
throat as though he could
cure the pain that way.

rintarou suna
"have some compassion with
the sick."

you crossed you arms, in
disbelief.

y/n
"be fucking for real."

you emptied you pockets, revealing
more than a dozen used tissues.

rintarou suna
"anyhow. please. i really
wanna play!"

you cocked your head to the
side, debating.

rintarou suna
"pleeeeease!"

he looked like he was about
to kneel, to beg.

wrenn and mia would love to
see it, but it was just getting on
your nerves.

y/n
"what are you, five?
you're obnoxious."

your annoyance did not show
any effects on suna's puppy eyes.

y/n
"fine. but only for an hour."

rintarou suna
"you're gonna set a timer,
or what?"

provocatively, you reached for your
phone.

rintarou suna
"alright, alright. one hour."

y/n
"deal."

an arm around your shoulder,
sniffing and rubbing his nose
with his free hand, he confidently
guided you to the dinner table
where he had already set up
the board.

*

[ 23 : 38 ]

you had indeed been playing
monopoly for longer than an hour.

you didn't need a timer to
know that, since your fatigue was
settling in.

y/n
"rin, i'm tired."

rintarou suna
"that's just because you're
loosing."

that was true.