[Good morning, Peter! On his doorstep there will be a big gift bag (because wrapping presents is too much of a hassle for Nishinoya) with these items along with a card. The card reads:]
Hi I don't know you but I got you for secret santa so I got you some things. I hope you like them. I didn't make the cookies because I can't bake but I promise they're good. Merry Christmas!!
[ At some point during the day Peter will find a frisbee sitting on his side of the bed. Scrawled on it in marker is a message that reads "Merry Fucking Christmas" ]
Guess whatever you wanted wasn't that important, I'm not letting my cheerios get soggy just to play phone tag with you.
[ ah, this bowl of cereal is so important. every little o. chomp. stare off into the distance and think about the universe, or you know, hanging out with the cat ]
[ God, what a dick. There was an indignant slap of his hand against the counter, an urge (that would remain just that, for now) to shove that bowl of cereal to the floor. ]
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mailbox | 12/25
Yuu Nishinoya
12.25
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Thanks for getting me shit from the store, asshole.
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I'm right here, just say it to my face.
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If I wanted to say it to your face, don't you think I would have?
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[ ah, this bowl of cereal is so important. every little o. chomp. stare off into the distance and think about the universe, or you know, hanging out with the cat ]
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You didn't even fucking ask me!
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[ could he sound more disinterested, actually sparing a look over to roman ]
Since when have you had trouble just telling me what you want?
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[ Weh weh. ]
The store, you didn't ask me anything when you went.
[ The look on his face that just says 'duh'? ]
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[ he's looking back into his bowl again before looking up ]
Were you looking at Will's phone?
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No, fuck you!
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[ ah shit, look at those poor cheerios, reaching their point of no return on the soggy scale ]
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He's the one that left it sitting around, not my fault.
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[ he's going to throw this mushy cereal right at your shitty face roman ]
I didn't ask what you wanted because you're just going to ask for bullshit anyway.
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[ Fucking two year-old throwing a tantrum. ]
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[ KANYE SHRUG? ]
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How about... [ giving a half shrug ]
I just really don't want to.
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[ Yeah, Roman, yeah. You are winning this argument. ]
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[ he takes this moment, pulling up the bowl to his lips and just drinking the rest of what was left ]
Sometimes we have to do things we don't want to do.
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