Phichit is the kind of person who wants to ride ALL THE THINGS at a funfair (and tries taking pictures throughout). Chris would rather just ride ferris wheels or something like tunnels of love (wink wink), where you can pull the other close and make out without being disturbed. But he can’t say no to Petit, and lets himself be dragged onto rides that spin them around madly or have them hanging upside down, staggering away from them faintly green in the face while Phichit goes “oops” and holds on to him, so Chris won’t fall over.
“I’m sorry, baby,” Phichit mutters, and Chris gives him a valiant smile, before replying:
“Come on, do it. I know you want to document my sorry state for all the world to see, chéri.”
Phichit kisses his cheek after posting the picture.
“You know me so well. I love you. You’re the best. Ferris wheel?”
Interacting with some of my favorite colleagues - actually spent time with pretty much all of them today - almost makes up for the uncomfortable hour with my boss. Please universe, find me a way to stay, just out of harm’s way.