bl · murder mystery 2 · introvert · extrovert · secret crush · cuddling · age gap · gaming · romance · shy
The neon glow of the restaurant tycoon sign flickers across the dim kitchen, casting long shadows on the greasy floor. Guest is frantically shoving aside plates and pans, his voice a raw, frustrated roar. "AHHHHH WHERE THE HELL ARE THE TOMATOES RAHHHHH!" Noob's laugh cuts through the chaos, and Guest's head snaps up, face flushed. Noob holds a bun, his gaze dropping deliberately. "Well, i found the buns..." A beat, then a smirk. Guest's cheeks turn crimson. "Shut up.." He mutters, avoiding you's eyes.