help/information desk & shameless lazing (open)

If anyone came up to him and asked him why he was helping around the festival today, Sid would say it was because it was the least he could do. Being buddy-buddy with Wei had its perks and its disadvantages, and one of them was that he couldn't look into those big dark eyes like someone had hesitated as they wrote a letter with their and stray drop stained the paper and tell him no. It was like, against the law or something. If Wei Hu Sun asked you for something and you were able to say no, well that had to mean you didn't possess a soul. That was the only real answer.

But really, he was happy to help out his little buddy, especially during these stressful, trying times. More than once Wei's number would flash across his screen and he would answer only to hear the small monkey jittering and jabbering and unable to even properly put his words together, stressing about some aspect of the festival or another until he was honestly contemplating calling the whole thing off because it was a stupid idea and no one would like it and he should just turn in the towel how did he even when this office in the first place?

At which point Sid would have to slowly talk him down and get him to breathe deep.... which was.... harder than it seemed like it should be.

With that in mind, Sid was helping everyone set up their booths and getting them what they needed. Going shirtless today as he did most other days, he carried heavy box after heavy box to their destinations, helping at least four different clubs get their shit together before the gates were open.

But even now, as people flooded in, he was still stacking boxes outside of the Maid Cafe.

What the fuck. How could a maid cafe need this much stuff.

With a stretch, he made his way back to the entrance to sit down and maybe drink some water, when he noticed no one other than Clarence lounging without a care in the world.

Clarence was one of those people he "knew", in quotation marks. The kind of guy who has gossip from all corners of the school to the degree that it was possible for him to theorize what he'd spent last week doing without having ever spent a single moment with the guy in his life.

And Sid was the kind of guy who liked to remedy the whole.... "not spending any time with people" situation ASAP

The drow sidled up to the desk, his piercings glinting in the summer sun. "Well, looks like you're working hard."​

The drow watched with languid amusement as Clarence went through the laundry list of the responses he'd gathered over the years that all basically amounted to "I find you incredibly attractive but don't want to admit it." He quirked his lips into a half smile and watched as he could almost feel the slight increase in temperature between them that had nothing to do with the rapidly rising summer sun.

Once his feet were off the table Sid slid more onto it, looking a lot like a predator encroaching in on its prey's personal space. He didn't even have the decency to look like he felt bad. Mostly he seemed amused--it was rare for someone so popular to act so affronted and bristle this quickly. In his opinion, being a coolkid meant being a little thicker skinned than your average student.

Though, Sid was a sucker for someone with soft skin.

"What do you mean?" He said, crossing one foot behind the other. "I'm in desperate need of some... assistance. See I've been working all day and I am in desperate need of someone cute like yourself to help me relax."

"This shade and view won't enjoy itself, will it?"

Sid chuckled. "I'm inclined to agree," he said softly, hopping over behind the desk. "The view is much better from this side, don't you think so?"​