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there were obvious signs that moonsu was having what some might say was too much fun, and those assumptions would be drawn from the huge stuffed animals he was carrying on top of the way he was shoveling funnel cake into his mouth like it had an expiration date of five minutes. “oh, sorry,” he muttered, his words muffled as he held it out in offering. “want some?” at least he was attempting to be polite, even if the idea of sharing food with him could be disgusting to some. “i didn’t expect to be so good at these games. now i get why people play sports and stuff… the winning thing? pretty cool. kind of addicting. you want me to get you something, too? i’d give you one of the ones i already won, but… i already named them. flippers the third. also goes by lil flip to avoid confusion,” he introduced, lifting up the penguin in his other hand, “mr. roosevelt,” moonsu continued, lifting his elbow a bit to show the giant teddy bear decked out in winter gear under his arm, “and cupid. unoriginal, maybe, but he always was my favorite.“ he wiggled his arms to emphasize that it was the reindeer barely balancing on his broad shoulders. he was still surprised he’d gotten so many - a more competitive part of moonsu that he was previously not all too familiar with was definitely stepping forward the more he won. “seriously, let me get you something. it’ll be fun!”

kian grimaces for a split second, the look passing his features so quickly that he doesn’t give anyone time to notice, and he internally rolls his eyes. god, he can’t wait until this is all over. maybe he should’ve just pretended to be sick. “you’re kinda rendering my whole sporty boyfriend role useless.” he comments with a small smile, looking over all of the prizes moonsu had won. “i’m the one suppose to be winning you stuff, not you winning yourself gifts.” he laughs, trying his luck as he quickly snatches a piece of the boy’s funnel cake; cautious not to have his finger bitten off in the process. as moonsu lists off the names of the stuffed animals, kian tunes out, and instead becomes exclusively interested in licking the powder off of his fingertips. speaking of powder— god, what he would give to be high at this moment in time. “hm.” he hums, pretending like he even gives half a shit about what the other is saying. “how about we go ride the ferris wheel instead.” he suggests, turning to him with a smile. “i mean, you’re gonna have to leave your prizes behind but... i’ll make it worthwhile.” he winks, spinning around so that he’s walking backwards and facing the other boy. “plus, i doubt the ride operator will let anyone snatch your new friends.”