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[ Touch does feel different now - still not quite right, just like he isn't quite himself, but closer to it - and it is terribly distracting. He itches for more touch, more sensation, more... Just more. Jiang Cheng snorts, shaking his head at himself, albeit with a small smile. Ridiculous. He is being ridiculous. He still lets his fingers slip lower, until he is awkwardly grasping Xingchen's palm instead of his wrist, and his fingertips trace over the skin on the inside of his palm. ]

Well, that is good then that you say you won't talk your way out of anything [ he says, voice loud and obnoxious and so very human, though he is really just buying himself time to distract Xingchen from the touch that is so very distracting to him. ] Because I have all kinds of plans for us. We are going to celebrate, of course. I haven't been able to get drunk since Felfri. I want to eat, too. In fact, I say we drink at the pier, and catch fish. We can roast them. It won't be a proper meal but I have no food at home. And then of course I will teach you proper swimming... though not today, we need to be sober for that. But your form was an eyesore! I can't stand for that.

[ He shoots him a sharp look from the corner of his eyes. ] So you see, there will be plenty of things you can't talk your way out of, and I also expect to see more of you for sword fighting. I need to spend more time practicing to get used again to fighting in this body. The transformation was creeping, over months, I didn't even realize how much all my movements and my sword forms had changed until I was human again.

( oh, but wanyin certainly has quite the itinerary in mind for them in the days to come. make no mistake, xingchen doesn't mind. he's just a bit amused by it, is all.

he allows his companion to get it all out, to list off all of that which they'll apparently be doing - and when it's done, xingchen hums a thoughtful little hum and shifts his hand within jiang wanyin's, placing them palm to palm as he loosely intertwines their fingers. ) I accept. ( and that's that. ) So was that drinking and then fishing? Or fishing and then drinking? ( it was quite a number of things to keep track of, let alone in which order. )

[ Jiang Cheng makes a strangled little noise at the back of his throat when Xingchen intertwines their hands such as he had wanted but not had the courage to do all along. He can already feel the traitorous heat warm his cheeks, too. Why does he have to be human enough to once more be capable of blushing? It's terribly inconvenient and nearly enough to drive him to pouting. ]

We're going to be fishing while we drink! Or drink while we are fishing. Whichever way you prefer to think of it. You are bringing the alcohol and I have already deposited fishing rods by the pier. [ Which, well, yes, he might have been a little bit excited to be spending time with Xingchen. Ridiculously so. But it is after all his first time spending time together in his human body since everything between them changed. Their relationship had been very different last year in Felfri.

His fingers tighten on Xingchen's and he gives him a tug as he speeds up, guiding him to a dock leading towards a pavilion with fluttering curtains to protect from glaring curtains and furniture set out. However, Jiang Cheng isn't aiming for the pavilion but for the dock itself, where fishing rods lay abandoned along with a wooden box filled with the snacks he keeps in the house for guests. ] I thought we could sit and enjoy the view [ he says, a little sheepish now as he has to say it out loud. ] It's not the proper view of Lotus Pier but....

( while xingchen grows better by the day at parsing the actual emotions conveyed by jiang wanyin's various noises of distress, he's had quite a bit less practice with distressed human sounds, so the strangled sound does earn a subtle assessing glance. does it indicate that this tangling of fingers is what the man wanted, or that it isn't? and perhaps the color rising on his cheeks may be frustrating to wanyin, but it answers xingchen's unspoken question quite nicely.

and so he puts that fleeting concern out of mind, focusing instead on the plan which has been laid out before him - and which his companion seems to have prepared in advance, at that. xingchen can't help the smile which broadens across his lips, still a bit amused but mostly just warmed. endeared. and excited as well, if truth be told. it's not as if their day seems terribly eventful, but if given the choice, that's precisely as he would've liked it: a shared activity, unhurried and uninterrupted, somewhere private enough that wanyin has the space to relax into himself without all of his jiang-zongzhu posturing.

the tug is more than enough to encourage xingchen to pick up his pace as well, allowing himself to be led off down the path toward a rather fine fishing dock and the curtained pavilion which overlooks it. and despite the sheepish note to jiang wanyin's tone (or perhaps in light of it), xingchen wastes no time in assuring, ) That sounds lovely. ( he'll likely be quite rusty at fishing by rod, since he hasn't had need to in quite a while - but that's fine. wanyin can find it in himself be patient with him, xingchen has no doubt of it. )

Do you think so? [ There is something vulnerable to his question and the wide-eyed look it comes with - it could be called shy, even, if Sandu Shengshou still knew how to show shyness without hiding it behind bluster and hostility. ] I don't have much time for fishing anymore in the past years, when I was younger, we would catch fish in all kinds of silly manners.

[ Nowadays, he has his sect leader's dignity to preserve, so proper fishing rods it is. But that is still fun, especially when shared with someone he likes so very much. He still doesn't release his hands though he has already dragged him to their destination, and just lets his gaze wander over the scenery of the now-familiar Lake Minska. ]

The landscape isn't like the lakes of Yunmeng, and not even the fish are the same, but... [ He presses his lips together. ] I would have you visit my real home, if we had the choice. [ A sharp inhale, shoulders straightening. ] So this will have to do.

( 'do you think so?' it's almost certainly rhetorical, but xingchen offers a slight nod and affirmative hum regardless, his smile still well in place. it spares him any accusations of humor at wanyin's expense when his companion speaks of fishing in 'all kinds of silly manners' - because while that might be a difficult thing for most who know jiang wanyin to imagine, xingchen has witnessed quite enough of what lies beneath the threats and the bluster by now. he can picture it quite easily, a younger jiang wanyin (the one introduced to him a lifetime ago as jiang cheng, in fact) goaded into playing his part by the barest hint of competition.

but now they've arrived, and xingchen needs no prompting to admire the lake and landscape laid out before them. though it's more than peaceful enough that one might be able to pretend (if they so desired) that they weren't trapped in the land of a monstrous god, it's still far too foreign to pass for anything like what they might have encountered within their own realm. but even still... 'i would have you visit my real home, if we had the choice.' xingchen shifts, allowing his shoulder to lean just slightly against jiang wanyin's. ) Perhaps a person can have more than one 'real home', ( he says, his 'gaze' still admiring the surface of the lake. ) Only recently have I felt that I had a 'real home' at all. If some go without one, it only makes sense that others might have more than one. ( only belatedly does he realize his potential misstep, and his gaze drops to the dock with a faintly embarrassed smile. ) Which isn't to say that you do, of course. ( he understands quite well how jiang wanyin feels about this realm, how difficult it is for him to stomach. how temporary he intends for his stay to be.

xingchen's gaze lifts to the man beside him. regardless of whether it's home or it isn't, ) I can think of no place I'd rather be at the moment.

Oh [ he exhales, and now that he can blush again, he could swear his cheeks are instantly turning hot. How embarrassing. He is well past the age where he should be blushing like a junior with his first crush. Next he is going to start babbling and then he might as well throw himself into the lake.

But. But it makes him happy to hear Xingchen say that he wants to be here, or imply that this place has become his home - Jiang Cheng having played a part in that even, it wouldn't be too bold to presume so - and that's not a bad thing, is it? Maybe it is a weakness to need this for his happiness but it still makes him happy all the same. ]

I wouldn't want to be anywhere else either [ he says, studiously keeping himself busy sorting through the alcohol Xingchen had brought, and finally thrusting a bottle at him. ] Here. Weren't we going to celebrate? You have to start drinking.

( the wine is accepted, of course - accepted and uncorked, and only now does he release jiang wanyin from the weight of his not-quite-gaze to lift said wine to his lips for a drink. and it's sharp, just as he recalled it being, more like vinegar than like any of the other spirits on offering here in this realm. and if xingchen so happens to have gotten accustomed enough to prefer the spirits of this realm, he at least knows far better than to admit it.

next, he's relocating wanyin's hand, if only to turn it palm-up and set the wine therein. that is how this is done, correct? he hasn't brought any cups, and xingchen has observed (in his limited alcohol-based experience) that in the absence of cups, one passes the bottle itself. ) As do you, ( he says, smile renewing to a teasing little grin. ) I won't be an embarrassment all by myself - not now that you can drink properly too.

[ Jiang Cheng freezes at the gentle touch, going still and wide-eyed, sucking in a sharp breath which strikes him as very loud in the quiet interrupted only by the gentle lapping of the waves against the pier and the chatter of the birds.

It feels different now. Every single touch feels different now that he has this almost-human body - maybe not fully as it once did, but it is so much closer, and so much more intense than what he had felt in his Simulacrum body. It feels so... so intimate, even this tiny touch.

He coughs. ] Well. Yes. Of course. I wouldn't let you be an embarrassment by yourself, of course [ he parrots awkwardly and lifts the bottle obediently to his lips. He takes quick gulps, hoping to hide his mortification behind them. The alcohol burns down its path, sharp and vivid and making him feel very alive. ] I want to see you make a fool of yourself, and then I will mock you with it forever... as it should be.

( between the way that wanyin stills and the sharpness of his inhale, xingchen almost wonders if he may have somehow hurt him. his brow creases faintly as he glances down at the hand for a moment, then back up at his companion (even without his eyes, one can still read it in the movement of his head). but jiang wanyin already seems to be moving past it, hastily agreeing with xingchen's teasing and drinking down quite a bit more of the wine than xingchen himself did - and so it goes unquestioned for now.

then comes, 'i want to see you make a fool of yourself, and then i will mock you with it forever,' and all lingering signs of concern are swept away by a soft delighted laugh. ) You seem quite confident that I'll agree to these terms. ( is he truly so predictable? )

[ That counter earns him eyebrows raised in mock surprise, and a soft, affectionately playful smile curling the corners of his mouth upwards. ] That's what you are here for, isn't it? [ He waves the wine bottle around to punctuate his point, then thinks better of it and brings it to his lips again for a more measured sip, before thrusting it back at Xingchen's chest. ] You decided to come and get drunk with me. Agreeing to make a fool of yourself comes implied in that!

[ And oh, how eager is Jiang Cheng to be made into a fool now. It has been so long since he has gotten truly drunk in company at home, it simply wasn't appropriate for a sect leader to be seen like that, and he had long since convinced himself he didn't miss the merriment. But his time in a Simulacrum shape had him rethinking many things he took for granted. ]

I will have to teach you, if you don't know how. Are you going to risk that?

( the smile which his teasing has earned only broadens xingchen's own, and when the wine is thrust into his chest as if to drive home wanyin's point, a hand lifts to catch it quite willingly. and while he wouldn't necessarily say that he's here with specific intent to make a fool of himself, his companion makes quite the compelling point. it does seem fair, he supposes, to assume that if he has brought such spirits then he's amenable to the effect which they have. fair and entirely true. and perhaps mocking him forever about it is simply the only reasonable response.

'i will have to teach you, if you don't know how,' jiang wanyin says now, as if issuing some sort of warning. 'are you going to risk that?' xingchen's head tilts just slightly, his response coming in the form of uncorking the bottle and taking another drink of the wine - a more generous one this time, enough so that he lets out a slow and bracing sort of exhale in the aftermath. ) Now, ( he says, ) shall I be receiving that lesson before or after our fishing?

Bah! [ He rolls his eyes dismissively and even waves a hand dismissively to underscore how unintimidated he is by Xingchen's display of being unintimidated. ] If you aren't going to be properly appreciative of me teaching you important life lessons, then just give me back my wine!

[ Which... really, amounts to showing him how to make a fool of himself, once Jiang Cheng is properly drunk. There are good reasons why he doesn't get drunk in company. Wine makes fools of all men, and while he is no Lan, he does become foolish when drunk. But that's a problem for tomorrow's Jiang Cheng, just like the hangover.

Still grumbling, he busies himself with preparing the fishing rod and with drinking more of the wine, eventually going back between paying attention to the fishing and drinking and in-between, engaging in idle chatter. It is easy enough to talk to Xingchen - telling him little stories about work and Kulen villagers or the annoying bird that keeps chirping right outside his bedroom window early in the morning. This is nice and easy, and Xingchen's company is always enjoyable anyway. He just has to remember not to think about home or his monster existence so he won't ruin the mood. ]

I've asked for it, ( xingchen protests at once, though it's laughter instead of affront to be heard in his tone, ) Tell me, how much more 'properly appreciative' can I be?

( but he does give back the wine, of course. the both of them need to be properly drunk, and hoarding the wine serves a purpose quite opposite that.

oh, but they've begun preparations to fish now, it seems - so xingchen allows his grin to fade to something a bit more appropriately attentive - though it seems unnecessary to have paid much attention after all, seeing as there's just the one fishing rod and it doesn't seem as though he'll be held responsible for managing it anytime soon. which is all well enough, since wanyin seems quite content to fill the air with delightful little stories about the various parts of his life which exist apart from xingchen. about his job, and the troublesome wildlife (upon mention of the quarrelsome bird, xingchen may or may not offhandedly mention that 'i could eat, if you'd like'), interspersed occasionally with commentary about the fishing itself.

for his own part, xingchen begins the fishing endeavor kneeling proper and postured beside where jiang wanyin works (taking it seriously, of course) - but as time passes, he gradually starts to shift. first to the side, seated more comfortably on the dock beside his bent legs instead of atop them, but then comes the pressing need to stretch his legs (they feel as though they've quite literally been bent forever), all of which ends in him lying on his stomach on the dock, boots long since shed and legs bent to cross neatly at the bare ankles in the air above his thighs, chin resting on his crossed arms at the very edge of the dock. he likes it there, at the edge of the dock. it feels perilously like he might fall in, which at the moment is somehow a positive thing, please don't ask for him to explain. he has narrowly escaped being called on to explain anything so far, and in fact, has (by his estimation) done an excellent job in disguising how fantastically tipsy he is by way of speaking as little as possible and doing his very best not to giggle.

(he's doing a terrible job. he's still smiling far too much, his words have the slightest warm haze at the edges, and there is of course the fact that he's lying on his stomach on a fishing dock in a pool of his own billowing robes. let's also not forget his prevailing shoelessness, because that's certainly a choice he's made.) )

Edited 2021-08-28 14:34 (UTC)

[ The offer of foxy bird assassination has Jiang Cheng laughing, his mirth making him further relax into the moment and his own delight in it.

The drink is warm and burns nicely in his belly, and his mood becomes more unrestrained with every time it is his turn to drink. He doesn't need the alcohol to be happy but it's so much easier not to think about the reasons why he shouldn't be happy or carefree, or to refrain from worrying about overt propriety. He can simply enjoy himself and enjoy Xingchen, no overthinking anything.

It is very easy to enjoy him with the smile lighting up his face like this - and yes, Jiang Cheng is well aware that he is tipsy, but so is he and that smile is so very pretty and he finds himself desperately wanting to kiss it, though he isn't quite tipsy enough yet to come out and simply say so.

But maybe he's not so subtle either, sitting now with his legs dangling over the edge and a hand abandoning the fishing rod settle on the back of Xingchen's neck. Maybe giving in to a little bit of petting, which he personally thinks is very stealthy. He scoffs. ] You look dumb down there. If you aren't going to catch anything you should come here. [ What he means with here? He isn't quite sure, except someplace closer. More in kiss-reach, preferably. Yes, that would be good. ]

( and xingchen has done his very best to pay attention to the fishing efforts rather than simply to jiang wanyin - but at some point that attention must have wandered, as he only notices the fishing pole has been set aside when the hand that was supposed to be holding it is suddenly there on the back of his neck. he lets out a little hum of surprise, head leaning forward a bit as if to offer more neck to be touched (petted, absolutely petted) -

but then comes the scoff, the protest, the 'if you aren't going to catch anything-' and oh, was he supposed to? xingchen hadn't realized. if wanyin will give him a moment... xingchen shifts now, his movements smooth and unhurried, to slide a couple of inches closer to the end of the dock so that he can properly see below him - then both arms uncross from below his chin to reach down to the water, into the water, to nonchalantly scoop out a decent-sized fish.

it begins to thrash at once, as if only just now considering that its life may be in peril, and so xingchen wastes no time in rolling onto his side to better offer the squirming fish out to jiang wanyin. ) Will this suffice?

[ So he may have been distracted. Just the tiniest little bit, mind you, but he may have been distracted by the way that Xiao Xingchen had crawled forward and the way he was leaning down and his black hair fell forward and also by the curve of his back and that ass and...

Well. He may have been distracted.

All of which adds to his surprise when he suddenly finds himself with an armful of flopping fish - and also to the startled squeak with which he receives the offering. He tries to clutch the fish, which is harder than you would think with the fish wet and slippery and Jiang Cheng, you guessed it, distracted. ]

You... What... How did you do that! [ he demands, making a triumphant noise when he finally throws the fish farther onto the dock from where it shouldn't be able to escape again. He gives it a stern look, too. ] Stay right there, dinner!

( and xingchen, true to form, hasn't the slightest clue of jiang wanyin's preoccupation. as such, the startled squeak really just serves as evidence of his success - not in surprising his companion, but in getting the petulant fish into his arms at all. and then wanyin manages a grip on the fish and pitches it up the dock, earning a triumphant little laugh from xingchen as he sits up now to confirm that it's landed somewhere properly landlocked.

it has, and he turns to jiang wanyin in delight. ) You see? I- ah, ( give him a moment, he's just felt something cold and wet just above the small of his back and now he's sweeping his hair forward over his shoulder to wring at the bottom couple of inches between the cloth of his sleeve. ) I have caught something, ( he continues undeterred, ) Which means, I think, that you get to give me the wine now. That seems entirely fair.

[ Why, yes, of course it does mean that - technically. But who would Jiang Cheng be if he simply agreed? That just won't do.

So he holds the wine out of Xingchen's reach with a smirk and clicks his tongue. ] Ah, ah, ah! You think giving me one measly fish is going to get you the wine? You'll have to do better!

[ Mostly because he wants to see what Xingchen will do when goaded. It makes sense to his own tipsy mind, anyway. He is awfully cute when he argues back. ]

( do better?? xingchen's gaze shifts from jiang wanyin back down to the waters of the lake for a moment (almost certainly assessing whether any further fish are in arm's reach - which they aren't) before lifting again with amused affront to his companion and the his wildly discourteous withholding of the wine which xingchen has brought. )

But I thought that you wanted to see me make a fool of myself, ( he reasons as he leans to attempt an unhurried grab at wanyin's wrist, tucking his legs in bent now but not quite shifting to his knees for proper leverage. and the curl of his grin quirks in warning of mischief just before he adds, ) So far I've just made a fool of you.

These are fighting words!

[ Jiang Cheng gives a little chuckle, half goading and half fondly amused. Oh, but Xingchen's shifting has not gone unnoticed by him, and he is quite intrigued by it. Just how much closer can he get him to come if he keeps denying him the wine?

This tipsy, far more daring Jiang Cheng wants to find out. ]

I'm not the fool, I am the one holding the wine hostage! [ Which he still holds out of reach, but now he is tauntingly wagging it. His grin widens. ] I think that makes me the one who is winning here, Xiao Xingchen!

( the wine is summarily drawn even further up out of his reach, and of course it is. when has his companion ever made anything easy?

(many times, far too many to count. his insight has made it far easier to parse the truth and fact from that which they hear in this place. his company, even just in messages sent from afar, has lent ease to xingchen's sleep. he has made the worst of days in this place quite a bit easier to face. he has made himself far easier to love than he seems to realize.)

oh, the wine has caught up with him properly now, much more heady now that he's upright rather than lying grounded on the dock. he feels a bit like one of those bubbling drinks from bavan sits right in the middle of his chest, and he's shaken it up by sitting up and now it threatens quite direly to bubble over and out as some manner of quiet but uncontrollable giggling.

but there's no time for that - here comes a declaration that jiang wanyin is winning - and xingchen typically isn't all that pressed about winning as a concept, but the bubbling feeling has started to spread now and he feels himself rising to the challenge even more quickly than he can tell himself not to, a terribly stubborn expression briefly gripping his features as he lifts up properly onto his knees, scooting in a bit further (his knees press against wanyin's now) to try and seize the jug once and for all -

but oh, it's still out of reach, still waving about like that, and xingchen huffs out a stern - ) Wanyin-! ( and his hand wraps around the raised arm's shoulder now, his other hand a few inches farther up the arm, with every intent to climb it hand-over-hand like a rope, because xingchen will be confiscating that wine now even if he has to drag jiang wanyin's arm down to do it.

he can't be entirely sure how it happens from there, what with most of his focus being (quite understandably!) on the wine and the hand it's trapped in and how far away both of those things are from his person - but by the time his own hands wrap around the jug (and wanyin's own hand, but it's outnumbered now), xingchen seems to have climbed into his companion's lap. or above it more specifically, knees planted on either side of jiang wanyin's upper thighs but none of his weight resting on top of them. and using the added inches of height that it lends him, he releases his prize with one hand to instead get a firm hold on wanyin's wrist, hooking his forearm around his partner's a bit to restrain the arm against his chest like one might with some sort of small snappish beast, his other hand now twisting the jug to and fro to try to work it free of what remains of jiang wanyin's stubborn grip. ) And now we've fought, ( he says, regarding the prior declaration of 'fighting words'. his matter-of-fact (and perhaps a bit self-satisfied) tone is undermined somewhat by poorly-concealed delight. ) I know how you feel about losing, so please, rest assured that - ( ah! the wine's been pried free now, so xingchen releases the arm again and allows his weight to settle in place. ) - I'll share it quite gladly.

( but first he'll be taking a drink of his own, of course, minding his elbow as he angles the half-empty jug above his head a bit in order to get it to pour. )

[ As he finds himself climbed and his arm climbed as well, all Jiang Cheng can do is sit there and indignantly think This is cheating!

Not that he knows exactly how it is cheating when it is Xiao Xingchen stealing back the wine that Jiang Cheng had stolen, or that manhandling his arm is a wrong move - with soft, warm fingers that feel so nice when they grip his arm firmly, he has such a good grip, a very good grip. It is a smart move. Clever. And kneeling over his lap is sensible.

But it is still cheating.

Because he is so close that his body heat is now sinking into Jiang Cheng's extremely human and sensitive to touch and warmth body and there are legs on both sides of his legs and he smells very nice and... It is just cheating.

His breath comes in short little inhales, and then Xingchen is even closer somehow - is he? it feels closer - and he has the wine jar, fine, he can have that, but he is speaking - so close! he is so close to Jiang Cheng's own mouth - and then he is...

He squeaks when Xingchen is suddenly no longer kneeling over his lap but sitting himself in it, and this is most definitely cheating. ] Xingchen! [ he gasps, going very, very still under the heat of his body and the weight of it and the way his eyes are riveted to that pale, scarred throat arching as he tips his head back to drink his stolen wine.

He lifts his fingers to his throat, fingertips brushing over his skin where his throat moves with every gulp and there has to be so much cheating involved because he barely even notices his lips following the path of his fingers until his lips are already brushing against soft skin.

Jiang Cheng freezes with another mortified noise. ]

Edited 2021-09-01 17:08 (UTC)

( all afternoon, he has been aware of jiang wanyin's breathing. it hasn't been particularly unusual breathing, coming just as any person's should, but the fact that it's occurring now at all sings to xingchen's sharpened hearing like an ever-present white noise overlaying the familiar. a number of times, when he seemed (in his tipsy contentment) to smile arbitrarily, that was precisely why: he had once again noticed wanyin's breathing and remembered anew the humanity they had returned to him.

but here and now, after further wine and with much of his mind focused sharply on retrieving the rest of it, the tight shallow breaths (even so close at hand) slip past him. the gasp, for its part, sounds alarmed enough that his free hand drops light fingertips to the dock beside them - briefly, just long enough to confirm that they aren't tipping over or anything of the sort. and then he's exhaling a grin against the jar pressed to his lips, because what a delightful trick that was, making him think that they'd lost their balance! wanyin fooled him properly, well played. he'll certainly tell him as much when he's done with -

there's something at his throat now, and a soft startled throat-sound escapes before he identifies the sensation - fingertips, wine lending weight to the touch but xingchen prefers that over a feather-light tickle, especially with that touch being (or at least beginning) close enough to the front of his throat that he can't help but swallow by reflex. and then the touch slips around to the side, and he feels wanyin shift in a way that he doesn't quite know how to read from this position - until fingertips are replaced by lips and hot breath.

xingchen's breath sucks in sharp, though the exhale that follows is decidedly steady, as are the breaths which follow. the wine is no longer at his lips now, dropping thoughtlessly to his lap somewhere outside of his conscious thought, though his chin has yet to lower even a little. and then comes a noise of distress from jiang wanyin, to which xingchen can only offer a hushed, ) That's not a promising sound. ( a warm teasing lilt curves the words, almost entirely masking the slightly breathier quality underneath. )

Edited 2021-09-02 10:59 (UTC)

[ Not... not... not...!

This time, the noise he makes sounds more like the human counterpart of a cat getting his tail stepped on. This is certainly about his level of indignation. Only that his indignation comes with flushed cheeks and flushed everything and utter mortification and that makes it all so much worse, just like the teasing in Xingchen's tone of voice does. That he isn't angry at such presumptuousness is good, maybe, but... ]

You are not supposed to laugh at it! [ he barks, lifting his head - and only narrowly avoiding to knock his head against Xingchen's chin in the process - to give the blind man his most dedicated and most underappreciated glower.

Not that he's sure what it was. Well, he knows what he would have liked it to be. That throat looked very kissable and lickable and other delectable things but... Yeah, he will just stay to his this is cheating routine. Seems safest. ] You were cheating!

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