[Being practically assaulted by Rodya's zooming is enough to make a guy choke on his ginger salad, which. He does. He's just spitting rice and ginger everywhere for a second, hand thumping against the tabletop and eyes bulging as he looks helplessly at her.
Ignore the way his eyes water, okay. It's from the choking, not from being so glad to see her and know that he's not alone. Do not fucking question it.]
Blurgh-- [Gotta fish out a long sliver of ginger from the back of his throat. Gross.] R-- Rodya, hi. Hi.
[A second. Five. He's wiping his hand off on his grey sweatpants, swallowing and just staring helplessly at her. Ten seconds pass. Then, at last, he slings his arm around her and tugs her in close for a totally normal hug between two people who have a normal workmate relationship.] ...You really gotta work on not scaring folks mid-swallow, y'know? What if I was Sinclair 'n I choked on a chicken wing or somethin'? How would you be then?
i glues it back together n shakes my head........bestie please
Ignore the way his eyes water, okay. It's from the choking, not from being so glad to see her and know that he's not alone. Do not fucking question it.]
Blurgh-- [Gotta fish out a long sliver of ginger from the back of his throat. Gross.] R-- Rodya, hi. Hi.
[A second. Five. He's wiping his hand off on his grey sweatpants, swallowing and just staring helplessly at her. Ten seconds pass. Then, at last, he slings his arm around her and tugs her in close for a totally normal hug between two people who have a normal workmate relationship.] ...You really gotta work on not scaring folks mid-swallow, y'know? What if I was Sinclair 'n I choked on a chicken wing or somethin'? How would you be then?