[ ...oh. well, that's a bit embarrassing. he mumbles, ] Such shameless things come out of your mouth so easily.. [ but doesn't follow up much more than that, which is xie lian speak for "that's embarrassing but i like it", definitely. his scold has zero heat.
xie lian just lets hua cheng get comfortable. once he's settled perfectly, xie lian adjusts, and gently rests his chin on top of hua cheng's head, being especially careful not to mess up his injury. he even reaches down to gently adjust hua cheng's chin with gentle, sure fingers, so the burnt side of his face isn't pressed directly into his chest like that, because he's pretty sure that san lang actually doesn't care but xie lian does. he shouldn't have to be in any pain, at all.
the new angle lets him scratch and scratch away, which is very nice, too. he ends up smiling a little more than he means to, softly down at the head of ink black hair now tucked against him. as hua cheng relaxes, so too does xie lian, and the little warmth in his chest that has been building and building for san lang flickers happily, as if he's found his way home. (in a way, it feels like he has.) ] I'll pet them as much as you'd like, though I still would like to know what happened.
[ Heart giving a little jump at the touch to his chin, there's no resistance as he settles into place where he's put, cheek against his chest more carefully now. The dull throb of pain is still there, and his head is killing him even hours and hours later, but... but Xie Lian's fingers in his hair, scratching behind his velvet-soft ears, is enough to help soothe things away.
At least make them more tolerable, now, as he curls his legs up - tucking them under Xie Lian's, letting him prop them up like that.
Of course, he can only bask innocently for so long.
Hm, damn. But Hua Cheng knew that he couldn't escape it for long, not when Xie Lian is always so astute when it comes to other people. He hums a low, content noise, something that reverberates all the way into the pit of his chest. If he were a cat, it would be a purr; as it is, he just sighs, tails flicking before settling in all the open spaces left by their legs and the lounge. ]
I know gege doesn't drink, but surely he still knows of the winery here in Umite? [ He doesn't wait for a response. ] The daughter of the owners is someone that I know quite well. Beau. She and Kano came to me for help, after the market, because they landed themselves in some trouble. But someone was selling things that they shouldn't have been, gems and potions that contained blood, things like that, and she wanted to find who the source was.
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xie lian just lets hua cheng get comfortable. once he's settled perfectly, xie lian adjusts, and gently rests his chin on top of hua cheng's head, being especially careful not to mess up his injury. he even reaches down to gently adjust hua cheng's chin with gentle, sure fingers, so the burnt side of his face isn't pressed directly into his chest like that, because he's pretty sure that san lang actually doesn't care but xie lian does. he shouldn't have to be in any pain, at all.
the new angle lets him scratch and scratch away, which is very nice, too. he ends up smiling a little more than he means to, softly down at the head of ink black hair now tucked against him. as hua cheng relaxes, so too does xie lian, and the little warmth in his chest that has been building and building for san lang flickers happily, as if he's found his way home. (in a way, it feels like he has.) ] I'll pet them as much as you'd like, though I still would like to know what happened.
[ you have not distracted him yet, sir! ]
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At least make them more tolerable, now, as he curls his legs up - tucking them under Xie Lian's, letting him prop them up like that.
Of course, he can only bask innocently for so long.
Hm, damn. But Hua Cheng knew that he couldn't escape it for long, not when Xie Lian is always so astute when it comes to other people. He hums a low, content noise, something that reverberates all the way into the pit of his chest. If he were a cat, it would be a purr; as it is, he just sighs, tails flicking before settling in all the open spaces left by their legs and the lounge. ]
I know gege doesn't drink, but surely he still knows of the winery here in Umite? [ He doesn't wait for a response. ] The daughter of the owners is someone that I know quite well. Beau. She and Kano came to me for help, after the market, because they landed themselves in some trouble. But someone was selling things that they shouldn't have been, gems and potions that contained blood, things like that, and she wanted to find who the source was.