Unconventionality and Its Perks; Daehyun/Jongup; PG-13
Title: Unconventionality and Its Perks
Author: flusteredmess
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Focus: Daehyun/Jongup
A/N: I finally got around to writing a Daejong fic omg ;~~~~; even though it's not the best I hope you guys like it! ;;
So Daehyun isn't exactly sure when he's started doing this thing, or why he's even doing it in the first place. And honestly, he's tried, really tried, to at least justify himself and his pretty pathetic existence, but all that effort goes straight to haywire every time he pushes through the convenience store, complete with a little ding signaling his arrival, and ends up being the recipient of Moon Jongup's smile from behind the cash register.
Every. Fucking. Time.
Well, okay, it's pretty much a given that Jongup smiles at everyone, be it Daehyun or some other customer, but Daehyun likes to think that there's a little more curve on Jongup's lips, a little more twinkle in his adorably small eyes that leaves Daehyun breathless, and this time he finds himself staggering to the nearest aisle just as he shoots back a lopsided grin of his own.
He quickly regains his composure, ducking his head to hide the embarrassed flush on his cheeks, because oh god that was so not smooth at all, Jung Daehyun get a fucking grip. When he finally chances a glance back up, Jongup's still looking at him, but there's no trace of crude amusement in his face; just that familiar look of both vacancy and aloofness that Daehyun's come to really, really like.
And so Daehyun finds himself staring now, which in itself would be a good thing, because when is staring at Jongup not a good thing anyway? But then it's also a very, very bad thing for very obvious reasons, the number one being that no one, not even sweet, lovable Jongup, would ever want to be openly ogled in his own workplace. Or anywhere else, really.
Daehyun snaps out of it just when he realizes that Jongup's talking-- to whom, he's not really sure, so he looks around, and belatedly realizes that the entire store is deserted, save for him and Jongup, of course.
"Um," Daehyun starts, hand coming up to sheepishly scratch the back of his neck. His eyes go up to meet Jongup's, but he chickens out at the last second and chooses to stare intensely at the vacant air above Jongup's shoulder instead. "Sorry? I didn't quite catch... what you were saying. Well, that is, if you were talking to me-- I mean, I'm not assuming or anything--"
Jongup blinks, nose crinkling in that way that Daehyun, in all his weeks of blatant staring (yes, he stares, okay, and he's pretty good at it too, considering that Jongup hasn't chased him off with a mop out of the store yet), has categorized as 'nose twitch of confusion'-- which literally translates to Daehyun not making any sense at all. Shit.
"I was actually talking to you since, well, you're the only customer," Jongup replies slowly, as if talking to a child. His eyes have grown a fraction wider, a tentative smile finally replacing the confused pout from earlier. "you're here for some banana milk, right?"
Daehyun, momentarily distracted by the soft lilt of Jongup's voice, finds himself coughing awkwardly as he nods his head. "Y-yeah. How'd you know?"
"I'm not really good with faces, but ever since I saw you come in here you've always bought banana milk," Jongup explains animatedly, and Daehyun has to physically hold himself back from breaking into a smile at the utter cuteness of it all. "and since you come here everyday buying banana milk and nothing else, I figured it's probably the only thing you come here for."
Daehyun's right eye twitches at that, and suddenly he feels horrible and elated at the same time. His stomach flops, because on one hand, Jongup actually acknowledges his existence and his addiction for banana milk (which is not even remotely true; he had just grabbed the first thing his hand came in contact with, that being a banana milk, and somehow, the rest of his Jongup sight-seeing trips seemed to end up with him buying the damned things. Probably something grown out of reflex which eventually turned into routine), but on the other hand, Jongup still doesn't get it, and that last thought makes his stomach flop a bit more, making him gulp down a lump in his throat.
That's not exactly it, Daehyun wants so badly to say, the words heavy on his tongue, I come here for you, Moon Jongup, but obviously you don't know that because you're just that dense but I think that's cute too so it's okay--
"Yeah. Banana milk." Daehyun says instead, forcing a smile that doesn't quite make it past his ears. "I'll go and, uh, get some. Now."
And just as he's about to turn away, ready to drown himself in the nearby water dispenser, Jongup calls out, "Um, we're actually out of banana milk today. Sorry." And what makes it all the more endearing besides the fact that he truly does sound sorry, is how truly sorry he looks as well, eyes downcast and a frown worrying his lips. He's probably worried that Daehyun will unfurl all his hellish fury at him seeing that he's fully convinced that his customer's obsessed with the drink, but honestly, Daehyun could care less.
"It's alright." Daehyun replies, and instead randomly picks up a bag of seaweed-flavored chips from the shelf beside him. He waves it around and puts on the most genuine smile he can muster before walking over to the counter. "I'll buy this one instead."
Jongup looks partly relieved, but there's still a slight crease of dissatisfaction on his brow. Daehyun feels his mouth go dry, just like the other times, as he peers at Jongup up-close, then quickly averts his gaze when Jongup politely charges him with 800 won. He fumbles through his wallet and hands over the exact amount, their fingers brushing slightly before Jongup withdraws and begins to bag Daehyun's purchase.
"Thanks." Daehyun mutters once Jongup hands him the plastic bag. He spares his last close-up look for the day at Jongup, and feels his body momentarily freeze when their eyes meet, the boy's small eyes directly staring into Daehyun's big, doe ones (which he personally dislikes about himself, if he's being honest).
Then, as if the current situation isn't enough to make Daehyun combust from the inside out, Jongup starts leaning closer and closer until Daehyun can feel the boy's breath faintly fanning his cheek.
Daehyun's cheeks heat up, but he doesn't do anything much other than blink rapidly, eyes glazing over at the dizzyingly close distance between him and the boy he's been fawning over for months already. He watches as Jongup opens his mouth, and really, if this is going to lead into a heartfelt confession from the boy, no matter how unlikely or illogical it'll all be, Daehyun would still be okay with that.
But of course, like the other times the entire universe has conspired against him, this one does not land on Daehyun's favor.
And unless Jongup's I think the nearby café has some banana milk. You could try there? directly translates to I've always been in love with you the same way you've been in love with me, then, as Daehyun would simply put it, he's pretty fucked.
*
So right on the next day, to commemorate just how fucked he (and his love life) is, Daehyun lets his friends drag him along to a small party, where he ends up getting just the tiniest bit tipsy. In fact, the only indication that shows he's not completely sober is his slightly slurred speech, which he can easily excuse himself for since he's not exactly the best speaker even when there's no alcohol in his system.
This is probably why he has his friends drop him off the convenience store instead of his apartment, and why he's not even second-guessing himself as he pushes the door open, the familiar ding suddenly sounding a lot more melodious than he's ever heard it before.
(Buying banana milk everyday has become his everyday routine after all, along with getting to be in the same room as Jongup, even just for a while; getting tipsy cannot possibly get in the way of what Daehyun now considers a way of life.)
And of course, like always, Jongup is behind the counter, and while he's obviously busy bagging an old lady's purchases, he looks up at Daehyun and smiles that same smile, only this time, Daehyun's definitely sure there's an extra twinkle that he's never noticed before.
Daehyun returns the smile without experiencing any sort of bodily relapse, and easily shambles his way not to the nearest aisle, but to Jongup, who's just finished entertaining the last customer in line, a soft "Thank you for coming" on his lips as said customer takes her leave.
Jongup turns to Daehyun, looking politely intrigued at the way his customer just stares at him, a seemingly thin strand of saliva trailing down his chin. His brow furrows in a way Daehyun thinks is just too endearing to be legal, then before long Jongup is leaning over the counter. Daehyun, through his not-so drunk haze, belatedly realizes that Jongup is actually sniffing him, his nose twitching in the 'something smells funny' category.
"Have you been drinking?" Jongup asks, and there's a note of concern in his voice that makes Daehyun's heart both palpitate and skip a beat, making him crumple his shoulders in as he meekly nods.
"Not much, though. I have a high tolerance anyway." Daehyun slurs around the end, which sort of defeats the purpose of what he just said, but Jongup doesn't seem to mind, and strangely enough, Daehyun is thankful for that, because really, he isn't even that drunk--
"Are you here for some banana milk?" Jongup inquires, reverting back to his polite cashier voice, effectively breaking through Daehyun's thoughts, who in turn blinks, and then finds himself smiling, of course it's the banana milk. It's always been just that.
"Yeah." he nods his head an affirmative. And just like yesterday, when Daehyun's just about to turn around to get what he supposedly came for, Jongup tells him they're all out.
Daehyun tries to morph his disappointment into a coherent statement, but since his mind is currently muddled with light jabs of alcohol, he only comes up with a flat "Oh."
Jongup has that same apologetic smile on his face, the one that almost looks like a grimace, and the same one that Daehyun wants to trace away with the pads of his thumbs.
"You can always buy some seaweed chips?" Jongup quips, and really, how is it even possible to not fall for this boy, who's always so sweet and polite and kind, who has the ridiculously brightest smile Daehyun's ever seen throughout his lifetime, and who Daehyun finds himself stepping closer to as his mind buzzes with alcohol and his stomach does about a thousand somersaults per second. Then, when his lower body is pressed flush against the counter, the only solid thing separating him from Jongup, he thinks that he's probably a lot tipsier than he had initially thought.
I like you, Moon Jongup, Daehyun opens his mouth, and despite the fact that he feels like he could take on the world and everyone in it, a blush still manages to crawl from his neck all the way up to his face. I really, really like you--
"Seaweed chips taste awful, though."
Jongup, who somehow looks as equally flustered as Daehyun, gives a nervous laugh before taking a few steps backwards, and just by that simple action, Daehyun suddenly feels like he's the biggest, dumbest person on earth. And that he needs to get out of there before the urge to choke himself overrides his better judgment (which is now waning bit by bit the more he stays within Jongup's radius).
"Um, I should... I should go." Daehyun mumbles almost incoherently, hanging his head as he wills his feet to drag him to the door as fast as possible. But then a hand curls around his wrist and tugs him back, bringing him back to square one, with Jongup and his uncharacteristically wide eyes staring at him, as if he hadn't meant to grab Daehyun at all.
"Actually..." Jongup trails off, loosening his grasp around the other boy's wrist. Daehyun feels his skin tingle, along with his ears and possibly even his toes. Jongup pulls open a drawer from beneath the cash register, where he takes a bottle of banana milk and carefully places it on the counter. "I saved one for you."
Jongup hangs his head then, giving Daehyun a perfect view of his undeniably pink ears.
"I," Suddenly Daehyun feels really stupid, so stupid that he feels a stupid smile tug at the corners of his lips, just as a stupidly warm sensation spreads in his chest. "I'm Daehyun."
Jongup peers up at him the same way Daehyun does when he thinks the cashier isn't looking. "I, um. I kind of know already." Then just to prove his point, he pushes the banana milk towards Daehyun, who picks it up, and upon inspecting it, feels his heart rate pick up even more, because there on the bottle's surface, written in a messy scrawl, is his name.
"Oh." is all he manages for the second time that day, but under an entirely different context, because suddenly everything makes sense, from the way Jongup's smile curves a little more when he's around, to the way his fingers just barely brush over Daehyun's open palm as he hands him his change--
Oh.
Daehyun brushes his thumb over the handwriting-- Jongup's handwriting, just as he would over the boy's smooth cheeks. Then, after a moment, he looks up, eyes round and soft, the alcohol in his system now a low, pleasant hum at the back of his mind, "I don't even like banana milk at all." he finds himself confessing.
Jongup, who seems taken aback by this, looks at Daehyun and scrunches his nose, albeit blushing even more as soon as he realizes they're having eye contact, "...Then what do you like?"
"Well," Daehyun leans in and places both his arms on the counter. Suddenly, it's startlingly clear to him, more so than the pretty blush on Jongup's cheeks. "It's more of a who, actually."
And then he grins, and feels like the biggest, dumbest person on earth, but ultimately, the luckiest, and says what he should've said that first time Jongup had smiled at him, all curved eyes and bright teeth--
"I like you, Moon Jongup."
Jongup's nose scrunches and his lips curl into a smile Daehyun's never witnessed before, and though it's something new and altogether fascinating, Daehyun finds that he doesn't need to wait for any sort of confirmation, because he understands--
I like you too, Jung Daehyun.
extra notes: wow what was that lol. WELP i tried i'm sorry daejong ;;;;; i actually planned on writing a backstory for this (how daehyun learns jongup's name, and why the fuck even does jongup know daehyun etc etc .....yeah i just sort of word-vomited this fic without thinking it through), but then i grew lazy and was like bah fuck this so. i'll probably write that prologue-ish fic once i grow out of this funk though. um yeah that's about it ;; waddles away super awkwardly 0^0;;;;;
Author: flusteredmess
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Focus: Daehyun/Jongup
A/N: I finally got around to writing a Daejong fic omg ;~~~~; even though it's not the best I hope you guys like it! ;;
So Daehyun isn't exactly sure when he's started doing this thing, or why he's even doing it in the first place. And honestly, he's tried, really tried, to at least justify himself and his pretty pathetic existence, but all that effort goes straight to haywire every time he pushes through the convenience store, complete with a little ding signaling his arrival, and ends up being the recipient of Moon Jongup's smile from behind the cash register.
Every. Fucking. Time.
Well, okay, it's pretty much a given that Jongup smiles at everyone, be it Daehyun or some other customer, but Daehyun likes to think that there's a little more curve on Jongup's lips, a little more twinkle in his adorably small eyes that leaves Daehyun breathless, and this time he finds himself staggering to the nearest aisle just as he shoots back a lopsided grin of his own.
He quickly regains his composure, ducking his head to hide the embarrassed flush on his cheeks, because oh god that was so not smooth at all, Jung Daehyun get a fucking grip. When he finally chances a glance back up, Jongup's still looking at him, but there's no trace of crude amusement in his face; just that familiar look of both vacancy and aloofness that Daehyun's come to really, really like.
And so Daehyun finds himself staring now, which in itself would be a good thing, because when is staring at Jongup not a good thing anyway? But then it's also a very, very bad thing for very obvious reasons, the number one being that no one, not even sweet, lovable Jongup, would ever want to be openly ogled in his own workplace. Or anywhere else, really.
Daehyun snaps out of it just when he realizes that Jongup's talking-- to whom, he's not really sure, so he looks around, and belatedly realizes that the entire store is deserted, save for him and Jongup, of course.
"Um," Daehyun starts, hand coming up to sheepishly scratch the back of his neck. His eyes go up to meet Jongup's, but he chickens out at the last second and chooses to stare intensely at the vacant air above Jongup's shoulder instead. "Sorry? I didn't quite catch... what you were saying. Well, that is, if you were talking to me-- I mean, I'm not assuming or anything--"
Jongup blinks, nose crinkling in that way that Daehyun, in all his weeks of blatant staring (yes, he stares, okay, and he's pretty good at it too, considering that Jongup hasn't chased him off with a mop out of the store yet), has categorized as 'nose twitch of confusion'-- which literally translates to Daehyun not making any sense at all. Shit.
"I was actually talking to you since, well, you're the only customer," Jongup replies slowly, as if talking to a child. His eyes have grown a fraction wider, a tentative smile finally replacing the confused pout from earlier. "you're here for some banana milk, right?"
Daehyun, momentarily distracted by the soft lilt of Jongup's voice, finds himself coughing awkwardly as he nods his head. "Y-yeah. How'd you know?"
"I'm not really good with faces, but ever since I saw you come in here you've always bought banana milk," Jongup explains animatedly, and Daehyun has to physically hold himself back from breaking into a smile at the utter cuteness of it all. "and since you come here everyday buying banana milk and nothing else, I figured it's probably the only thing you come here for."
Daehyun's right eye twitches at that, and suddenly he feels horrible and elated at the same time. His stomach flops, because on one hand, Jongup actually acknowledges his existence and his addiction for banana milk (which is not even remotely true; he had just grabbed the first thing his hand came in contact with, that being a banana milk, and somehow, the rest of his Jongup sight-seeing trips seemed to end up with him buying the damned things. Probably something grown out of reflex which eventually turned into routine), but on the other hand, Jongup still doesn't get it, and that last thought makes his stomach flop a bit more, making him gulp down a lump in his throat.
That's not exactly it, Daehyun wants so badly to say, the words heavy on his tongue, I come here for you, Moon Jongup, but obviously you don't know that because you're just that dense but I think that's cute too so it's okay--
"Yeah. Banana milk." Daehyun says instead, forcing a smile that doesn't quite make it past his ears. "I'll go and, uh, get some. Now."
And just as he's about to turn away, ready to drown himself in the nearby water dispenser, Jongup calls out, "Um, we're actually out of banana milk today. Sorry." And what makes it all the more endearing besides the fact that he truly does sound sorry, is how truly sorry he looks as well, eyes downcast and a frown worrying his lips. He's probably worried that Daehyun will unfurl all his hellish fury at him seeing that he's fully convinced that his customer's obsessed with the drink, but honestly, Daehyun could care less.
"It's alright." Daehyun replies, and instead randomly picks up a bag of seaweed-flavored chips from the shelf beside him. He waves it around and puts on the most genuine smile he can muster before walking over to the counter. "I'll buy this one instead."
Jongup looks partly relieved, but there's still a slight crease of dissatisfaction on his brow. Daehyun feels his mouth go dry, just like the other times, as he peers at Jongup up-close, then quickly averts his gaze when Jongup politely charges him with 800 won. He fumbles through his wallet and hands over the exact amount, their fingers brushing slightly before Jongup withdraws and begins to bag Daehyun's purchase.
"Thanks." Daehyun mutters once Jongup hands him the plastic bag. He spares his last close-up look for the day at Jongup, and feels his body momentarily freeze when their eyes meet, the boy's small eyes directly staring into Daehyun's big, doe ones (which he personally dislikes about himself, if he's being honest).
Then, as if the current situation isn't enough to make Daehyun combust from the inside out, Jongup starts leaning closer and closer until Daehyun can feel the boy's breath faintly fanning his cheek.
Daehyun's cheeks heat up, but he doesn't do anything much other than blink rapidly, eyes glazing over at the dizzyingly close distance between him and the boy he's been fawning over for months already. He watches as Jongup opens his mouth, and really, if this is going to lead into a heartfelt confession from the boy, no matter how unlikely or illogical it'll all be, Daehyun would still be okay with that.
But of course, like the other times the entire universe has conspired against him, this one does not land on Daehyun's favor.
And unless Jongup's I think the nearby café has some banana milk. You could try there? directly translates to I've always been in love with you the same way you've been in love with me, then, as Daehyun would simply put it, he's pretty fucked.
*
So right on the next day, to commemorate just how fucked he (and his love life) is, Daehyun lets his friends drag him along to a small party, where he ends up getting just the tiniest bit tipsy. In fact, the only indication that shows he's not completely sober is his slightly slurred speech, which he can easily excuse himself for since he's not exactly the best speaker even when there's no alcohol in his system.
This is probably why he has his friends drop him off the convenience store instead of his apartment, and why he's not even second-guessing himself as he pushes the door open, the familiar ding suddenly sounding a lot more melodious than he's ever heard it before.
(Buying banana milk everyday has become his everyday routine after all, along with getting to be in the same room as Jongup, even just for a while; getting tipsy cannot possibly get in the way of what Daehyun now considers a way of life.)
And of course, like always, Jongup is behind the counter, and while he's obviously busy bagging an old lady's purchases, he looks up at Daehyun and smiles that same smile, only this time, Daehyun's definitely sure there's an extra twinkle that he's never noticed before.
Daehyun returns the smile without experiencing any sort of bodily relapse, and easily shambles his way not to the nearest aisle, but to Jongup, who's just finished entertaining the last customer in line, a soft "Thank you for coming" on his lips as said customer takes her leave.
Jongup turns to Daehyun, looking politely intrigued at the way his customer just stares at him, a seemingly thin strand of saliva trailing down his chin. His brow furrows in a way Daehyun thinks is just too endearing to be legal, then before long Jongup is leaning over the counter. Daehyun, through his not-so drunk haze, belatedly realizes that Jongup is actually sniffing him, his nose twitching in the 'something smells funny' category.
"Have you been drinking?" Jongup asks, and there's a note of concern in his voice that makes Daehyun's heart both palpitate and skip a beat, making him crumple his shoulders in as he meekly nods.
"Not much, though. I have a high tolerance anyway." Daehyun slurs around the end, which sort of defeats the purpose of what he just said, but Jongup doesn't seem to mind, and strangely enough, Daehyun is thankful for that, because really, he isn't even that drunk--
"Are you here for some banana milk?" Jongup inquires, reverting back to his polite cashier voice, effectively breaking through Daehyun's thoughts, who in turn blinks, and then finds himself smiling, of course it's the banana milk. It's always been just that.
"Yeah." he nods his head an affirmative. And just like yesterday, when Daehyun's just about to turn around to get what he supposedly came for, Jongup tells him they're all out.
Daehyun tries to morph his disappointment into a coherent statement, but since his mind is currently muddled with light jabs of alcohol, he only comes up with a flat "Oh."
Jongup has that same apologetic smile on his face, the one that almost looks like a grimace, and the same one that Daehyun wants to trace away with the pads of his thumbs.
"You can always buy some seaweed chips?" Jongup quips, and really, how is it even possible to not fall for this boy, who's always so sweet and polite and kind, who has the ridiculously brightest smile Daehyun's ever seen throughout his lifetime, and who Daehyun finds himself stepping closer to as his mind buzzes with alcohol and his stomach does about a thousand somersaults per second. Then, when his lower body is pressed flush against the counter, the only solid thing separating him from Jongup, he thinks that he's probably a lot tipsier than he had initially thought.
I like you, Moon Jongup, Daehyun opens his mouth, and despite the fact that he feels like he could take on the world and everyone in it, a blush still manages to crawl from his neck all the way up to his face. I really, really like you--
"Seaweed chips taste awful, though."
Jongup, who somehow looks as equally flustered as Daehyun, gives a nervous laugh before taking a few steps backwards, and just by that simple action, Daehyun suddenly feels like he's the biggest, dumbest person on earth. And that he needs to get out of there before the urge to choke himself overrides his better judgment (which is now waning bit by bit the more he stays within Jongup's radius).
"Um, I should... I should go." Daehyun mumbles almost incoherently, hanging his head as he wills his feet to drag him to the door as fast as possible. But then a hand curls around his wrist and tugs him back, bringing him back to square one, with Jongup and his uncharacteristically wide eyes staring at him, as if he hadn't meant to grab Daehyun at all.
"Actually..." Jongup trails off, loosening his grasp around the other boy's wrist. Daehyun feels his skin tingle, along with his ears and possibly even his toes. Jongup pulls open a drawer from beneath the cash register, where he takes a bottle of banana milk and carefully places it on the counter. "I saved one for you."
Jongup hangs his head then, giving Daehyun a perfect view of his undeniably pink ears.
"I," Suddenly Daehyun feels really stupid, so stupid that he feels a stupid smile tug at the corners of his lips, just as a stupidly warm sensation spreads in his chest. "I'm Daehyun."
Jongup peers up at him the same way Daehyun does when he thinks the cashier isn't looking. "I, um. I kind of know already." Then just to prove his point, he pushes the banana milk towards Daehyun, who picks it up, and upon inspecting it, feels his heart rate pick up even more, because there on the bottle's surface, written in a messy scrawl, is his name.
"Oh." is all he manages for the second time that day, but under an entirely different context, because suddenly everything makes sense, from the way Jongup's smile curves a little more when he's around, to the way his fingers just barely brush over Daehyun's open palm as he hands him his change--
Oh.
Daehyun brushes his thumb over the handwriting-- Jongup's handwriting, just as he would over the boy's smooth cheeks. Then, after a moment, he looks up, eyes round and soft, the alcohol in his system now a low, pleasant hum at the back of his mind, "I don't even like banana milk at all." he finds himself confessing.
Jongup, who seems taken aback by this, looks at Daehyun and scrunches his nose, albeit blushing even more as soon as he realizes they're having eye contact, "...Then what do you like?"
"Well," Daehyun leans in and places both his arms on the counter. Suddenly, it's startlingly clear to him, more so than the pretty blush on Jongup's cheeks. "It's more of a who, actually."
And then he grins, and feels like the biggest, dumbest person on earth, but ultimately, the luckiest, and says what he should've said that first time Jongup had smiled at him, all curved eyes and bright teeth--
"I like you, Moon Jongup."
Jongup's nose scrunches and his lips curl into a smile Daehyun's never witnessed before, and though it's something new and altogether fascinating, Daehyun finds that he doesn't need to wait for any sort of confirmation, because he understands--
I like you too, Jung Daehyun.
extra notes: wow what was that lol. WELP i tried i'm sorry daejong ;;;;; i actually planned on writing a backstory for this (how daehyun learns jongup's name, and why the fuck even does jongup know daehyun etc etc .....yeah i just sort of word-vomited this fic without thinking it through), but then i grew lazy and was like bah fuck this so. i'll probably write that prologue-ish fic once i grow out of this funk though. um yeah that's about it ;; waddles away super awkwardly 0^0;;;;;