[improperness is the furthest thing from sizhui's mind whenever a knock finally comes at the door.] I've got it! [he calls, knowing full-well it's better that he greet dick rather than jason since if it were vice-versa, this wouldn't even have a chance of getting off the ground.
with the three-tiered table set tucked away in the closet and the extra chair pushed up against the foot of their bed, there's now an open space between the living room and kitchen for him to easily scamper through, giggling his whole way to the door because of course he's already tipsy. he'd picked particularly this time: watermelon-flavored schnapps blended with frozen lemonade, something super sugary that goes down easy— which is why his mostly empty glass when he answers the door shouldn't be too surprising.
sizhui stands before dick clad all in black, the ribbon around his neck and microfiber tights covering his legs included. he surely makes quite a sight, even has his hair done up, neatly brought together by the flower pin securing the braid behind his ear (both of which are flushed at the tips).] Hello, Dick. [then he shuffles back a step or two, gestures him inside with the slightest tilt of his glass, though sounds far more enthusiastic once he continues,] Come in, come in!
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with the three-tiered table set tucked away in the closet and the extra chair pushed up against the foot of their bed, there's now an open space between the living room and kitchen for him to easily scamper through, giggling his whole way to the door because of course he's already tipsy. he'd picked particularly this time: watermelon-flavored schnapps blended with frozen lemonade, something super sugary that goes down easy— which is why his mostly empty glass when he answers the door shouldn't be too surprising.
sizhui stands before dick clad all in black, the ribbon around his neck and microfiber tights covering his legs included. he surely makes quite a sight, even has his hair done up, neatly brought together by the flower pin securing the braid behind his ear (both of which are flushed at the tips).] Hello, Dick. [then he shuffles back a step or two, gestures him inside with the slightest tilt of his glass, though sounds far more enthusiastic once he continues,] Come in, come in!