also what days and times
do you two play?OIKAWA
[ insert entire tournament
schedule ]RIN took a screenshot of the attachment!
RIN
thank you! :)OIKAWA
i'll take my payment
in the form of milk
bread only 😤RIN
really?fine 😒
IWA-CHAN
i volunteer to pick it upOIKAWA
oh really now?this got interesting 😌
IWA-CHAN
shut itRIN
i'm not working today
but i can totally make
it at my houseOIKAWA
ooh ooh!can i come ?
please
please
please
please
plea-
RIN
okay! okay!
enough with the
pleases 🤧IWA-CHAN
i'm coming tooOIKAWA
ooh this just got
more interesting 🙂IWA-CHAN
i will not hesitate to
bash your head against
the sidewalk the minute
i spot you walking down
your streetOIKAWA
VULGAR MUCH?!you're so mean iwa-chan 😤
RIN
as much as i
love this gc, i'm
gonna get everything
ready for usOIKAWA
okie bye bye rin-chan~~IWA-CHAN
byeRIN
bye!RIN logged off.
✧・゚: *✧・゚:*
After getting all of the ingredients out of the fridge and cupboards, Rin went back to her room to get ready to spend the day with Oikawa and Iwaizumi. She didn't feel like dressing up too much, but she would feel more flattering in clothes differing from her sleepwear. Rin changed into an oversized, knitted, grey sweater and black leggings underneath. She pulled her long, dark brown hair up into a messy bun and slid her glasses onto her face to finish the look.
Just as she finished up her routine, the doorbell to the house rang a couple of times most probably by an overly excited Oikawa. Sure enough, Rin went to the front door and heard some complaining coming from Oikawa. Rin giggled and answered the door, stepping to the side to allow Iwaizumi and Oikawa into the house.
"So, I've already set up everything, so we can make the milk bread and then choose whatever else we want to do," Rin announced as she led the boys to the kitchen. "Milk bread! Woo!" Oikawa exclaimed, throwing his hands into the air.
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