周子舒｜周絮 （Zhou Zishu | Zhou Xu） (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
lonelydream) wrote2023-10-29 10:27 pm
lonelydream) wrote2023-10-29 10:27 pm
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Zhou Xu
missives | encounters
Zhou Xu
missives | encounters
[ His hand pauses ever so briefly before it continues what he had been doing. Wen Kexing's words were laden with innuendo, but he doesn't think Lao Wen is actually capable of doing anything more than just talking big. ]
Would you fight me if I kissed you?
( A hum, the thought idle. The wine he's still holding on to gets tipped into his mouth and he uses the hem of his sleeve to wipe at it when he spills. He's only half looking at Zhou Zishu, eyes lidded and sleepy. )
Not right now, obviously. If I'm going to kiss you it has to be sober enough I can remember it. I'd be furious if I didn't. Especially if you hit me about it. I have to be level-headed enough to steal what I can. That was the plan, but then, the wine.
( A hum, the thought idle. The wine he's still holding on to gets tipped into his mouth and he uses the hem of his sleeve to wipe at it when he spills. He's only half looking at Zhou Zishu, eyes lidded and sleepy. )
Not right now, obviously. If I'm going to kiss you it has to be sober enough I can remember it. I'd be furious if I didn't. Especially if you hit me about it. I have to be level-headed enough to steal what I can. That was the plan, but then, the wine.
[ His hand pauses just briefly before he goes back to petting Wen Kexing's hair. ]
Ask me again when you're sober.
[ He says, as if he himself is ever truly sober anymore. ]
Do you promise not to leave if I do? I can take the answer being no, Ah-Xu, but you have to tell me that you won't leave me behind.
( He doesn't think it would go badly, Zhou Zishu certainly has mellowed towards Wen Kexing's overt attention. Or, perhaps his advances have become less sharp the more he himself softened. Either way he thinks there's something. It might not all end in flames. )
( He doesn't think it would go badly, Zhou Zishu certainly has mellowed towards Wen Kexing's overt attention. Or, perhaps his advances have become less sharp the more he himself softened. Either way he thinks there's something. It might not all end in flames. )
[ His Lao Wen, so certain of the answer and asking anyway--no matter that he's wrong. Zhou Zishu's ears burn red, and he carefully turns his mind away from imagining what it might be like to kiss and be kissed by Wen Kexing. ]
I won't go anywhere.
[ He brushes his fingertips across t h e high curve of Wen Kexing's cheek, then, a wodsss promise made. ]
Much as usual, to be honest. Lao Wen is fretting.
He certainly is.
I'm currently all right, really, but if you'd like to come by for
some wine or tea, I could put the water on.
My thanks. The wine is local--not quite what we're used to, but I find it rather interesting. Is that all right?
Oh, yes! I also ... have started wearing some of the clothes of this land, so I may look a little improper.
[ His legs are practically out! No skirts!! ]
[ His legs are practically out! No skirts!! ]
The provided clothing? I should, perhaps, take another look. Fitting in is important.
[ Describes the room they're staying in In relation to the public areas. Not too far, but also, not too close. Privacy is important! ]
[ Confirming he's on his way, he feels oddly underdressed going to meet his friends who know the proper way to dress; no one else seems to care, making Xichen forget he's going to be sitting without anything on his lap. Not bare legs, but yikes. Trousers alone feel very ... illicit.
While fretting on decorum, he makes it to the right door and knocks in less than ten minutes. ]
While fretting on decorum, he makes it to the right door and knocks in less than ten minutes. ]
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