[less concussed and more somewhere else, sizhui would be cute. he's all accent getting jason's name out and when he does a half decent job, he smiles something bright and pleased. a couple of drinks between them and jason'd definitely think sizhui was cute saying his name like that. he's pretty sure he did a halfass job and mutilated sizhui's name, but he's reeling here. waking up in shit that barely makes any sense. like where the fuck is he? who toted him off to chinatown and for what?
sizhui ain't responsible for it, whatever happened. not the way the guy was over here gently cleaning his split lip like it was something important.
the guy has his rapt attention when he speaks, even though jason's face makes it explicitly clear he doesn't have a fucking clue what's being said. evidently, sizhui gives up and jason can't blame him for that. his arm fucking hurts and his head feels stuffed full of cotton. his face is still scrunched up in a look of confusion when instead of saying more, sizhui gestures towards his shirt and makes a hooking motion. like he wants jason's shirt off. if sizhui hadn't been tending his wounds, jason wouldn't have done shit. but sizhui is cute and was treating him nice, so --
so jason's curls the fingers of his good hand around the bottom of his shirt pulling it up.] Like what you see? [He asks, voice rough and quiet and dull. If he's looking for injuries, Jason thinks he's just gonna be black and blue all over.]
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sizhui ain't responsible for it, whatever happened. not the way the guy was over here gently cleaning his split lip like it was something important.
the guy has his rapt attention when he speaks, even though jason's face makes it explicitly clear he doesn't have a fucking clue what's being said. evidently, sizhui gives up and jason can't blame him for that. his arm fucking hurts and his head feels stuffed full of cotton. his face is still scrunched up in a look of confusion when instead of saying more, sizhui gestures towards his shirt and makes a hooking motion. like he wants jason's shirt off. if sizhui hadn't been tending his wounds, jason wouldn't have done shit. but sizhui is cute and was treating him nice, so --
so jason's curls the fingers of his good hand around the bottom of his shirt pulling it up.] Like what you see? [He asks, voice rough and quiet and dull. If he's looking for injuries, Jason thinks he's just gonna be black and blue all over.]