Blatantly Obvious

The Things We Do

Porshe (and the rest of Pick's friends) have always been quick to point out how overprotective and (excessively) concerned Pick gets when it comes to Rome. He doesn't see any point in denying it because it's the truth. Heck, he's aware of the fact that his best friend isn't a damsel in distress because Rome's an independent male that doesn't need any help fighting his battles, but Pick can't help but to still see him as the kid that needs protecting. 

''Look, this is exactly the part that I don't get-'' Porshe's saying as he gestures with his hands. ''You say you don't have any feelings for him whatsoever, but you always have a problem with the guys that he dates. You'd find a problem even if that guy was a saint!''

Pick doesn't understand why everyone around them seems so fucking invested in his friendship with Rome, ''I don't have a problem with it. He can date whoever the heck he wants.''

''Okay, so that means you won't mind if I introduce one of my friends to Rome then?''

''...who's your friend?''

''Remember that guy I took the language elective with? Krit?''

Pick furrows his brows as he struggles to recall said person, ''What?! Him? No fucking way. He's not Rome's type.''

Porshe snorts in retaliation, ''How would you know that?''

''Of course I do. I'm his best friend. Trust me, him and Krit? They wouldn't last a fucking week.''

''Yeah, because you'd scare him off, you ass. That's all you do.''

They bicker back and forth as they make their way towards the canteen where Rome and Yihwa were already waiting for them, caught up in a conversation of their own.

''Come on, Rome. I'm just saying that you should broaden your horizons. Explore the sea, you know? Catch fish while you're at it.''

Porshe snags Yihwa's bottle of water and takes a sip from it, ignoring the dirty glare she directs his way, ''What are you two talking about? Fishing?''

The girl pointedly rolls her eyes at his sheer dumbness, but still proceeds to explain anyway, ''There's this senior in my faculty that's been asking me about Rome, so I thought I'd set up a lunch date for them, out of the goodwill of my heart. It's not like he's seeing anyone at the moment.''

Rome crosses his arms against his chest petulantly, ''How would you know that? I might be dating someone for all you know!''

Yihwa emits a 'ha!' and gestures to Pick, ''I don't think that's possible with your guard dog by your side.''

Pick knows better than to be offended, so he lets it slide this time round. Porshe sniggers, and Pick doesn't waste a second hurling a bottle at his friend.

''Look, P', I appreciate your attempts in trying to introduce me to guys, but...you know, he's not really my type. Remember the last time you introduced me to that guy from the band? He turned out to be a complete weirdo.''

''Okay, fine, but that was just one time.  Just one lunch date? Please?'' Yihwa wheedles, clasping her hands together in her best hopeful expression. ''He told me he'd help me with my project if I could get you to go on a date with him.''

Rome pinches Yihwa on the arm, ''I knew you had an ulterior motive!''

''Out of goodwill, my ass...'' Pick mutters under his breath.

''What did you say?''

''Hm? Nothing. You must have heard wrongly.'' Pick stands up and gestures for Rome to do the same. ''Come on, we're going to miss the movie if we don't make a move now.''