Not Another Love Story

💌 010. ︴Project Presentation

SUMMARY FOR PROJECT PRESENTATION
:: As Noa and Jakah work together
On their anti-bullying project for
This Monday, back at the Weathervane Cafe, two guests graces their presences
While the five were taking Jakah's shift.

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Jakah frowns, cheeks puffed up

5 to 10 in a Rock, Paper Scissors game against Noa....Luckily, he managed to convince the violet haired devil to make him stay after drastically losing to him, and now, here he is just silently crying to himself while writing down stuff

Wordlessly glancing over to Jakah's figure before him, Noa sighs before handing him over his plate of leftover macarons he couldn't finish. Gently pushing the plate to the silver head's side, Jakah noticed it immediately before looking up at Noa whose eyes were still glued unto his laptop's screen. Jakah hums "I thought you were just gonna leave those macarons to waste. Thanks, bon appetit!"

"Just eat." Noa says, his fingers typing away on the keyboard "I can't afford that slightly knowledgeable brain of yours to go blank on our project. You'll be dragging us down if that were to be the case."

Jakah stopped eating, slowly turning to Noa in front of him while his other hand that held a pen slightly tightened it's grip around the innate object. Surely, the male did help him awhile back but right now, Jakah's just slowly pushing the plate of macarons away while holding a smile that somehow balanced between annoyed and forced "Ah...on second thought, my stomach's on full load. I'm not eating any macarons that comes from that bastard."

He told himself, clicking his tongue silently as he resumes to sticking his nose back into his own business. Noa then looks back and furrows his eyebrows “Why aren't you eating anything?” He asked and Jakah literally gave him a deadpan answer and expression

“I was about to, not until some jerky mockingbird said that I had a slightly knowledgeable brain.” Spat Jakah to Noa. The violet head just snickered to himself for a short while before he spoke up “Speaking of which, thanks.” Jakah perked his head up at the sudden gratitude, eyes blinking at his sudden mood swing– Jakah is slowly convincing himself that maybe Noa either slept on the wrong side of his bed this morning or either hit his head hard while having Nightball practice

“Thanks? For what?” Jakah let's out whereas Noa just hummed “Thanks for not badmouthing about me behind my back after what had recently happened to us. Thank you.” He says, making Jakah gasp as his reaction before he responded

“Wow. I didn't expect you to know the words “Thanks,” and “Thank you.” Jakah sarcastically says, copying Noa's words in a sense of mockery that made the male sigh and flicked his forehead “Tch. And I didn't expect you to know how to write. With a penmanship like that, I would have believed a preschooler had wrote it.”

“Shut up.” Jakah retorted “I learned how to write because of my Mother, okay? This was probably how she used to write if I could remember it properly.” Noa squinted his eyes for a few seconds before lightly pushing his laptop to the side as he places his chin on top of the palm of his hand “Wait. Can I ask you a question?”