[ it's not often that yingxing has the time to just.. relax. to take a day to himself to unwind, go somewhere new, try something different, and when he does, he's often still recognized anywhere he goes. it can't be helped. that's the price of his work, and he's willing to pay it, even if it grates him sometimes. today, though - just maybe he'll be able to slip by unnoticed in this sleepy little alley just outside the university campus.
there's a cafe here, attached to a tiny little used bookshop, and yingxing steps inside. he's dressed plainly in dark jeans and a loose zip-up hoodie over a black tee, his hair pulled into a messy tail, sunglasses concealing his recognizable violet eyes. he places his order with the barista, tapping his painted fingernail idly on the counter as he allows his eyes to wander while waiting for his order to be fulfilled.
and wouldn't you know it. through the archway that leads to the bookshop, yingxing spies a familiar mop of dark hair. it's been a couple of months since he last spoke with dan feng's cute, awkward little brother, but even still, he breaks out into a grin to see him.
his espresso is finished, and yingxing snags it in one hand, thanking the barista with a generous tip before wandering his way into the bookshop area, slipping around a bookcase just as dan heng reaches for a book far too high for him. cute. and what's that around his wrist..? oh, yingxing would recognize that pattern anyway, knows his merch well. stepping up behind dan heng, he reaches over his head to pluck the dusty book from the shelf, his mouth slanted in a smile. ]
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there's a cafe here, attached to a tiny little used bookshop, and yingxing steps inside. he's dressed plainly in dark jeans and a loose zip-up hoodie over a black tee, his hair pulled into a messy tail, sunglasses concealing his recognizable violet eyes. he places his order with the barista, tapping his painted fingernail idly on the counter as he allows his eyes to wander while waiting for his order to be fulfilled.
and wouldn't you know it. through the archway that leads to the bookshop, yingxing spies a familiar mop of dark hair. it's been a couple of months since he last spoke with dan feng's cute, awkward little brother, but even still, he breaks out into a grin to see him.
his espresso is finished, and yingxing snags it in one hand, thanking the barista with a generous tip before wandering his way into the bookshop area, slipping around a bookcase just as dan heng reaches for a book far too high for him. cute. and what's that around his wrist..? oh, yingxing would recognize that pattern anyway, knows his merch well. stepping up behind dan heng, he reaches over his head to pluck the dusty book from the shelf, his mouth slanted in a smile. ]
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