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techno is lying on his side, his hands together under his head like a pillow, his knees bent, one leg on the other.

he is glaring at his laptop, which is open on his bedside cabinet. techno had to move two empty glasses onto the floor to make room for the device when he decided he'd had enough of it sitting on his lap and, even then, he ended up knocking off one of his books when he pushed the laptop into the space he thought was big enough - it doesn't matter though because he checked and the bookmark is still in place, so he just left it on the floor.

the pinkette is currently approximately an hour and eleven minutes into the film juno. it's interesting, and he remembers watching it in rs last year but not paying attention because he was way more interested in drawing clouds on the back page of his homework diary.

if he'd remembered the film, he probably would've denied dream's suggestion that they watch it for their weekend movie, but it's saturday now and too late to turn back. he's only got like twenty minutes before he can switch it off and move on with his life. techno already knows that dream will say he didn't enjoy it either.

unfortunately, there are only so many DVDs in the library's history section that they can watch, and both boys can already spew off a million and one facts about most of the biggest-known wars. it makes sense that techno likes documentaries, because the books he likes are all very informative too, but the trait is a little more shocking for dream.

techno likes to think his best friend got it from him. something about them sharing interests and mannerisms and such just makes him feel good. there aren't many people who know anything about techno, so having someone who knows and cares and shows interest in their own way is just so innately special.

techno has a pit opening in the top of his stomach where his hunger is growing. his dad and tommy were out at the park or something like that and the blond man had messaged his group chat with the twins saying he would pick up chinese on the way home.

techno messaged his default order, not wanting to spice it up too much, and then his message was quickly lost in the near-argument that happened when wilbur replied, "not hungry." their dad obviously didn't show any anger towards his son's indifference to eating, but there was a ridiculous string of messages being sent back and forth as the blond did his best to convince wilbur to have something.

in the end, the brunette ordered plain noodles and mini vegetarian spring rolls. techno hardly questioned it for a second before noting that their mother was a vegetarian and making the educated assumption that wilbur has decided to take the same route. that, or he's avoiding meat-sourced protein because he has an undiagnosed eating disorder and probably thinks it's bad to eat, but techno wants to think the former so he does.

now he's just waiting for phil to get home with the food so he can fill up the growing ache. he did have breakfast no more than four hours ago, two salty eggs and a thick slice of white toast, but sue him for being a growing teen. he doesn't know how wilbur does it.

techno tries to convince himself that his hunger-prompted frustration may be why he isn't enjoying the film all that much but, on second thought, the movie is just rubbish. there is no excusing it, he just isn't the target audience for the coming-of-age drama.