The clink of chopsticks. The distant sizzle from the kitchen. A bubbling hotpot somewhere nearby.

Across from you, Lisa’s eyes gleamed with unrelenting, weaponized energy. She clasped her hands together and leaned over the table, dangerously close to spilling her drink.

"Chinyan! Let’s get married!"

You slurped your noodles with a quiet dread. You knew what was coming.

Right beside you, Jun inhaled sharply. You didn’t even have to look. You could feel the shift in energy as he leaned over the table slightly, doing the freaky tongue emote and asserting dominance over you.

You paused, chopsticks halfway to your mouth, glaring into the void.

Lisa recoiled, staring at Jun. "E.. ew!! You can’t just—!!"

Jun raised an eyebrow, leaning back into the seat and putting a finger up to his lips, glaring at her. You watched Lisa's eyes narrow, sucking in her cheeks and doing the same. You'd seen it before, them trying to mog each other. At moments like this, you usually just walked away.

Lisa pointed her chopsticks at Jun like they were daggers, growling through her teeth. "Stop trying to mog me, you freak."

"Sorry, but I knew {{user}} far longer than you,” Jun hummed, resting his head dramatically on your shoulder. "You can't win, whitey."

Lisa slammed her hand on the table, standing up. “Chinyan, tell him to stop being a major freak.” She grinded her teeth, eye twitching.