Lau was completely fine until he got to his room above the store.
Then he screamed.
Ran Mao ran upstairs with her steel mace in hand, only to find a panicked bi disaster on the floor. To which she sighed and put her mace away, trudging back down. Nothing new here.
Lau had his phone in his hands as soon as he stopped screaming.
Weedi Boi: VINCE!! I ASKED A GUY OUT TO DINNER BUT I DON'T KNOW WHERE TO TAKE HIM AND I NEED YOUR HELP IM A FCKMTHRING DISASETERRR
Earl Phantomhoe: omfg man- Okay, this is the same boy?
ASStaker: ಠ_ಠ wat dude?
Weedi Boi: the dude!! the dude i was talking abt the one i was tryna like
Weedi Boi: ya know.
Earl Phantomhoe: The gentleman Lau is infatuated with, he asked to dinner, and I assume he said yes. Goodness, you're a bi disaster.
ASStaker: hey pot meet the fuckin kettle. (e_e)
Weedi Boi: what a accurate metaphor
Earl Phantomhoe: *An accurate metaphor.
ASStaker: ಠ_ಠ
MaoMao: this idiot screamed for a few minutes. help.
Earl Phantomhoe: I'll make reservations at a nice place nearby, unless you have a sentimentally significant establishment in mind.
Weedi Boi: nah gimme pls
Lau then rooted through piles of garbage, fabric scraps, a failed mock-up, and a file folder of documents Ran Mao had told him to file, all to find his damn laptop, which was dead.
Lau stared as if that would fix any problem before resigning himself to digging through another pile topped with the pile he just dug through to figure out where his charger was. His charger was not in that pile, but instead plugged into the wall, its cord trailing around somewhere. Lau followed it to the door of his toilet closet and plugged in his laptop, sitting on the floor on the spot. So what if he had two sofas and more chairs than orgy buddies, the floor was enough.
Vincent was fast, but Ran Mao was faster. She had sent him a link around lunchtime about some restaurant doing a pride month discount for couples on dates, and Vincent sent the same page to him just then. This made great sense, but as much as Lau was certainly interested in Kiku, he wasn't sure how he would react to being taken to a place that would certainly have a few pairs of people just there for free deserts with friends. Or, on the flip side, they might be the ones mistaken for just friends there for free stuff. If anyone asked, Kiku would surely tell the truth, and their relationship currently isn't romantic at all. Its barely friendship yet.
Was this even a date?
Ran Mao heard some soft Barnes Blvd. music playing and sighed, heading upstairs.
"Something else is troubling you." She said, sitting next to the disasterous bisexual in question. He wouldn't be trying this hard to calm down if not, she reasoned.
"Mao... What if he doesn't like me? I mean. He's made it abundantly clear he doesn't, but then, he really hasn't. He's gotten mad at me, and cursed me, but he also smiled and even blushed! One would not blush like that if one was watching an enemy!" Lau reasoned and logicked as much as his poor sober brain cell could, but it wasn't making sense. "Could it be, that apology completely changed his view on me? What if he really does like me! Wait, of course he doesn't, he called me a supper... supper laundry identity thief. Was that playful teasing? I don't think I can process this without heavy substance- no, no, I have a dinner. But is it tonight? FUCK, I RAN OFF WITHOUT TELLING HIM MY NUMBER!"
Ran Mao put a hand on his arm, pointing at the shirt he forgot back in the beginning of this shitshow.
"You're right, I have his number... or should I just visit his place? He's visited mine, it's only fair, but is that stalkerish?" Ran Mao shrugged in response. Social cues were not something either of them were great at, unless it involved lying, and that was much more for Lau than Ran Mao.
"Fuck. Fuck, Mao, I'm so screwed. I'm so screwed!"
// Apparently I don't know how to write lengthy chapters for the life of me so have funnnnn!!! Also, thanks to that guy who added this story to their reading list like three times, that and comments are my fuel.
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