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“So how do you feel now that you’ve met everyone,” Ayan asked the pair sitting across from him at the cafe as Akk waited at the counter to put in their orders. “Was it as scary as N'Tinn thought?”
Tinn leveled a glare at Ayan over his glasses since Gun had “misplaced” his contacts. Ayan mentally asked himself if that glare was taught or genetic. “It was exactly as scary as I thought. Fortunately, I went in prepared.”
“You should have seen it, phi,” Gun said as he handed his phone to Tinn in an attempt to distract his boyfriend from killing his cousin. “It was the most in-depth thing I’ve ever seen Ai Tinn make. An entire chart of everyone invited.”
“It still needed some edits afterwards… Why are you showing me this song? Are you doing a cover of this with Chinzhilla for the competition next month?”
“And if I am?”
Tin leaned towards Gun and rested his chin on the palm of his hand. “Can I come watch your practice sessions?”
Gun’s smile grew a little wider and Ayan groaned. “God, young love. I almost miss it.”
“We’re still young, shortstop,” Akk said as he tapped Ayan on the head with the menu he’d brought up to the counter with him. “Leave them alone.”
“Bigfoot, you better watch them carefully,” Ayan said while gesturing at the eyes Tinn and Gun were giving each other. “Or your aunt will be upset your cousin lost his virginity before marriage.”
Akk slapped Ayan’s mouth and gave him a look.
“Ok, no, seriously,” Ayan asked as he tugged Akk down into his seat. “Do you all learn that glare from your parents or is that just a family trait passed on through blood?”
“Both,” Tinn and Akk said at the same time without looking away from what they were doing.
“You both scare me sometimes,” Ayan said decisively. “It’s that drive to accomplish something. It’s nigh unnatural.”
“P'Aye, you also have a drive to accomplish something,” Gun whispered.
“What do you mean?”
“You wanted to accomplish getting into P'Akk’s pants.”
Akk made a face and Ayan laughed. “Well shit, that wasn’t even what I was expecting so I guess your boyfriend has rubbed off on you.”
“In more ways than one,” Tinn mumbled.
“Come again?”
“Eventually.”
“AI TINN! Don’t tell my cousin that!”