[improper is about the last thing to cross his mind about sizhui, but jason always comes ready to snap at the first poor choice of a whisper of someone commenting on sizhui's outfits. he knows damn well what sizhui is wearing wasn't made for men and knows even better that sizhui looks good in it. so it's no hardship sitting there pleasantly buzzed when he bounces up for jason to stay sitting and watch him go, staying nursing a drink that isn't as fruity or sugary as sizhui's.
he keeps an ear out, not because sizhui can't handle himself but because jason does it better. puts an end to shit before sizhui sometimes even realizes there's a problem. this must be one of those situations, because happy and giggly as anything inviting dick grayson inside. it kills his buzz immediately. sizhui told him he was going to invite dick over, somehow jason just didn't think he'd show.
just like that, he needs something stronger to drink.
jason gets up to go to the kitchen, to grab something to add some hardcore social lubrication to this nightmare. old awkward crush, new flame, all in one tiny little apartment drinking. kill him now.]
No entry if he doesn't have something harder than beer, Sizhui. [jason calls from where he loiters not quite in the kitchen before he pauses to glance around sizhui and sees dick soaking wet. yeah, he guesses, sure is raining.] Shit. [he doesn't bother hiding a laugh.] Towels in the bathroom, dude.
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he keeps an ear out, not because sizhui can't handle himself but because jason does it better. puts an end to shit before sizhui sometimes even realizes there's a problem. this must be one of those situations, because happy and giggly as anything inviting dick grayson inside. it kills his buzz immediately. sizhui told him he was going to invite dick over, somehow jason just didn't think he'd show.
just like that, he needs something stronger to drink.
jason gets up to go to the kitchen, to grab something to add some hardcore social lubrication to this nightmare. old awkward crush, new flame, all in one tiny little apartment drinking. kill him now.]
No entry if he doesn't have something harder than beer, Sizhui. [jason calls from where he loiters not quite in the kitchen before he pauses to glance around sizhui and sees dick soaking wet. yeah, he guesses, sure is raining.] Shit. [he doesn't bother hiding a laugh.] Towels in the bathroom, dude.