@Vitae_
(Flashback to like a month ago when I had a whole response written out, then my laptop crashed and I lost it all…. And then coincidentally went into an entirely unrelated demotivated spiral. Er–anyways, I'm back for now! Sorry about the wait!!)
At the mention of Dahlia, Poe noticeably perked up. Crow always spoke of her with fondness, and he could relate to his older sister in that they were both what could be considered a tad overprotective. "Ooh yes, please! Just as long as it's not the chamomile ones. With the dark chocolate," he clarified, a slight tightening of his brows enough to convey his apparent distaste for those particular candies. The thought was almost enough to distract him from Hye-ja's answer.
Almost.
"It's mid, I guess."
Poe spluttered. He honest-to-God spluttered. " 'M-Mid?' " he repeated, the magnitude of his horror enough to cause a voice crack. It was a good thing Crow drew his attention away from the hero before Poe's brain caught up enough to cause a scene. That didn't stop him from shooting Hye-ja a glare and a nasty pout, though.
Reluctantly, he sank back into his seat, only finally tearing his eyes away from the hero when he registered what Callum had said. Immediately he straightened, eyes brightening. "Really? You're the best!" he exclaimed, practically tackling the older boy in a hug. "Let's pull cards together. Don't worry—I'll trade if we get your boy. You know I'm always looking for more Han photocards," he rambled, lightly punching Crow's arm and beaming at him.
He pulled back some, enough to allow Crow to stand, then dropped his hands to the table entirely like he was hesitant to let him go. He did, though, in the end.
"Would you order for me? The barbeque chicken sandwich? And a diet coke," he pleaded, though his tone suddenly turned stern. "But I'm paying you back. And don't argue, 'cause you just bought me an album which makes it my turn to treat you." His gaze slid over to Hye-ja, then, and his eyes narrowed before sighing. "I'll pay for the hater, too," he added dramatically, flicking his wrist and slipping his card from his sleeve. When he had placed it there was unclear, as it was the arm with the scratches he'd shown off before.
He waited for Crow to accept the card—though whether he'd use it or not had yet to be seen—and then blinked up innocently at him. "See you in a second! We'll be here… Getting along." He clasped his hands together and leaned forward with a wide grin, gesturing with the slightest tilt of his head to Hye-ja.
