[ There's nothing for it—the next sound out of Dan Heng's mouth is an undignified little croak as the lead guitarist of highcloud compliments him with such effortless grace in his words. Nor is there hiding the definite heat on his cheeks, although he's quite to drop his gaze and lift a hand to his cheek, resting against it as if in thought.
That wink—
Damnit, he's going to kill Dan Feng for bringing him here.
For now, though, he reaches for his bottle of water, trying to retain some of his usual image. How pathetic, that all it took was a smile and a wink to practically rip off his usual mask?
(His voice sounds ragged around the water, even as he clears his throat.) ]
I... Thank you. I'll keep that in mind, and try not to pressure myself into making a choice too early.
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That wink—
Damnit, he's going to kill Dan Feng for bringing him here.
For now, though, he reaches for his bottle of water, trying to retain some of his usual image. How pathetic, that all it took was a smile and a wink to practically rip off his usual mask?
(His voice sounds ragged around the water, even as he clears his throat.) ]
I... Thank you. I'll keep that in mind, and try not to pressure myself into making a choice too early.