( He's drunk enough that the jealousy is low lying, dampened under the booze. It still rests, and he fumbles for the wine, drinking it where he lays, a little tricking from the corner of his mouth. When Kexing wipes it away idly, a noise in the back of his throat. He's curious mostly, there's a whole part of Zhou Zishu he doesn't know. Friends, enemies, lovers.
He wants to crack him open like a walnut, examine the soft flesh inside. )
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( He's drunk enough that the jealousy is low lying, dampened under the booze. It still rests, and he fumbles for the wine, drinking it where he lays, a little tricking from the corner of his mouth. When Kexing wipes it away idly, a noise in the back of his throat. He's curious mostly, there's a whole part of Zhou Zishu he doesn't know. Friends, enemies, lovers.
He wants to crack him open like a walnut, examine the soft flesh inside. )
What's he like?