[A lot of things happen all at once, again stunning Kunimi into wide-eyed silence: someone crashes into their table and dumps their phone into Whelk's dish, identifies Whelk and offers Kunimi a confused greeting, the atmosphere at the table becomes glacial, and Whelk spits out the boy's name like nails from a gun.
It doesn't exactly take a mind-reader to realize, once the metaphorical dust clears, that this must be one of Whelk's students. Perfect.]
Hello... Gansey-kun? [Kunimi hasn't quite gotten used to dropping honourifics entirely since moving to the US, though he's trying because they only add to his sore thumb status. At least Whelk can comfort himself with the fact that Gansey's name doesn't sound nearly as musical in Kunimi's voice as his does.
Should he introduce himself? Whelk rejected the idea of hiding anything about the nature of their meeting, but now the frost is so thick on the ground between Whelk and Gansey that Kunimi can't begin to guess what will and won't be appropriate.]
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It doesn't exactly take a mind-reader to realize, once the metaphorical dust clears, that this must be one of Whelk's students. Perfect.]
Hello... Gansey-kun? [Kunimi hasn't quite gotten used to dropping honourifics entirely since moving to the US, though he's trying because they only add to his sore thumb status. At least Whelk can comfort himself with the fact that Gansey's name doesn't sound nearly as musical in Kunimi's voice as his does.
Should he introduce himself? Whelk rejected the idea of hiding anything about the nature of their meeting, but now the frost is so thick on the ground between Whelk and Gansey that Kunimi can't begin to guess what will and won't be appropriate.]