(fang x buster/fangster) bigmouth strikes again

9 juz watafaaaaaaaaaaaaak

"Dude, I was thinking, maybe it's smart to pack now?" Fang asked Buster, waiting for the other roommates to get ready so they could go to breakfast. "Hm? Why?" "'Cause look, we are going camping today, right? Tomorrow we only get time until breakfast and then we gotta check out and shit. So I'm thinking, do it quickly after we eat, then they make us go camping, and the next day we won't be in a rush, yeah?" He replied, shrugging.

"That actually ain't dumb.. Yeah, maybe even let's start now, we will have more time to do so. " The ginger replied, getting up. The chinese nodded and dragged his suitcase from under the bed, zipping it open. He was already dressed, so he only left one outfit for tomorrow in the drawer, packing up the rest.

"Fuuuck, I gotta wait till the bathroom is free so I can get my stuff from there.." Fang stated, laying back on his bed. He took his phone out and started doing something on it to pass the time. "When will you update the motivation page? I bet your fans are waiting, bro.." Buster smirked, shaking his head dramatically.

"Ah shit, you're right. " He replied, franticly tapping on his phone. "Okay dude, today's motivation video is... 'male or female, sucking your dick keeps your masculinity high'" He told him smiling. "I am pretty sure that people will not agree with this one, bro.."

"No, no, you wouldn't get it. " The chinese replied, waving his finger around to signal 'no'. Their discourse was interrupted by Chester yelling at them to get out of the room so he could close it, since everybody was pretty hungry by now. They all went down the stairs, rushing to the canteen so they could get the most delectable things to eat.

Fang got a plate and reluctantly put some bread on it, along a bit of stuff to add on the top. Walking over he almost dropped his plate, since some person was generous to run around in front of him, taking him by surprise. He poured the now lukewarm, if not slightly cold tea into a cup he had previously taken along the plate, and tried finding a spot to sit at.

He wasn't really in the mood to eat, since it was pretty early and he didn't wake up that long ago. He waited for his friend to join him, hoping at least that would make the experience slightly less mundane. It felt like a chore to him rather than a normal experience, he didn't feel like he'd benefit from eating either, so after Buster sat down he offered him the food he took, saying he already ate and sandwich and he took too much food and now was stuffed.

He decided to at least enjoy the tea, which generally saying wasn't really that bad, although he didn't pay much attention to it, since he really just wanted to go to the camping thing already. Once he had finished what he had to drink he just looked over at the ginger and talked with him, hoping to make the time pass.

Noticing that he finished his food he got up along him, getting his plate into his hands and carrying it to the canteen's window. He walked over to the table Chester was sitting at, asking for the key to the room so he could pack some more.

The pink haired man handed him the key, muttering something about a mess. They hurried up the stairs, wanting to finish packing before anybody else occupies the bathroom or starts doing something that would disable them to pack.

Fang skimmed the room with his eyes, trying to check whether he didn't leave anything. "Wait, leave some shit over, we're gonna need to put something in the backpacks for the whole camping thing today. " Buster told him, leaning over his back.

"Hm? Yeah, maybe you're right. " He answered him, shrugging, then looking through the things he stuffed inside of the suitcase, checking whether there was anything that might come to use later.

"Want me to take a flashlight?" He asked, taking one out. "Yeah, sure, totally. " "We're spending the night in the tent, yeah? " The chinese made sure, while putting some stuff into his backpack. "Mhm. There would be no point in taking a tent and not using it, would there?" Buster asked him, leaning over his back once again. "Stop speaking like a brit, bro. "