[ his bird stomach... well, wenzhou's not wrong. fei du doesn't partake in much blood or food, and any big portion is probably too much for him - even now, he hasn't entirely finished his portion, but the fact that there's barely anything left is a good sign. he can vaguely recognize that he's being fussed over, because it started with the blood in the glass in the first place.
it's a reminder, of the psp in his work bag, scratched and beloved, that was a gift from this person all along. he lets that little fact settle in the carefully organized filing cabinet that is his brain, persistently pushing itself to the forefront no matter how often fei du has put it back.
finally, he sets his chopsticks down, deciding he's finished, and rolls his eyes when wenzhou makes a comment about reheating food, but, there's no actual heat or irritation behind it. instead, it comes with a smile as he reaches for a napkin to dab at his mouth. ]
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it's a reminder, of the psp in his work bag, scratched and beloved, that was a gift from this person all along. he lets that little fact settle in the carefully organized filing cabinet that is his brain, persistently pushing itself to the forefront no matter how often fei du has put it back.
finally, he sets his chopsticks down, deciding he's finished, and rolls his eyes when wenzhou makes a comment about reheating food, but, there's no actual heat or irritation behind it. instead, it comes with a smile as he reaches for a napkin to dab at his mouth. ]
Button pushing is in my repertoire.
[ he heard your little mocking remark there]