[ Yingxing's timer comment is rewarded with another sullen little huff, another stubborn little swig of his beer—this time catching the dregs of the bottle. With a sigh, he... does the responsible thing and moves over to put his bottle in the recycling as well, and then leans on the kitchen counter, tail swishing idly behind him as he watches the other man pack up the leftovers. ]
Is there anything I can do to help? You've done so much for me in just the last twenty-four hours...
[ The food, the washing... not to mention all the sex... and he—
frowns as he spies his phone lighting up on the counter, on silent for the past whole day.
no subject
Is there anything I can do to help? You've done so much for me in just the last twenty-four hours...
[ The food, the washing... not to mention all the sex... and he—
frowns as he spies his phone lighting up on the counter, on silent for the past whole day.
Oh, he'd completely forgotten about—
52 missed calls
Fuck—
His voice is strained as he answers the phone. ]
Gege, hi—