[dick's watching them (why not? there isn't any harm in it), sizhui knows he is, and he can't help glancing toward the man from where he's standing beside jason, arms tucked behind him with a wide grin brightening his expression. waiting patiently for dick to proceed, he leans against the other boy's side, warm and pliant underneath jason's hand at the small of his back, eyelashes fluttering somewhat dreamily.
ultimately, dick does go into the bathroom again and jason's question dawns on him, has his posture straightening.] Great idea! [if dick dislikes the drink or doesn't want it, guess that means sizhui's playing fallback. nothing new, really, he's finished his friends' drinks before.]
Help me? [comes the soft request. in an extra urgent move, he reaches for jason's hand, twists toward the nearby countertop. sizhui's glass he'd been using gets plucked up, placed between jason's hands then angled just right, this way he can use what little light is above them to see better. then he's pulling watermelon liquor from the freezer, setting it aside, leaning into the fridge afterward for what remains of his blended lemonade concoction. as long as jason has stayed put and continues doing so, it takes a few quick movements, but sizhui gets it together, is tucking another straw into the cup right when dick exits the bathroom in his sweatpants, still quite shirtless. yet again, his eyes are on the marks littering dick's body, although his features are softened with more concern.]
Doesn't sound like it's going to let up anytime soon. [which means he's got time; he'll at least convince dick to try the drink at some point. he gingerly hooks jason's elbow, takes the glass from his hands, encouragingly rubs his fingertips across his forearm, eyes widening with realization.] Jason, Jason...! Should I show him what I can do? [he wiggles his fingers, figuring that should be enough since jason knows exactly how his magic works, gaze darting upward to dick.] You'll like it, I promise.
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ultimately, dick does go into the bathroom again and jason's question dawns on him, has his posture straightening.] Great idea! [if dick dislikes the drink or doesn't want it, guess that means sizhui's playing fallback. nothing new, really, he's finished his friends' drinks before.]
Help me? [comes the soft request. in an extra urgent move, he reaches for jason's hand, twists toward the nearby countertop. sizhui's glass he'd been using gets plucked up, placed between jason's hands then angled just right, this way he can use what little light is above them to see better. then he's pulling watermelon liquor from the freezer, setting it aside, leaning into the fridge afterward for what remains of his blended lemonade concoction. as long as jason has stayed put and continues doing so, it takes a few quick movements, but sizhui gets it together, is tucking another straw into the cup right when dick exits the bathroom in his sweatpants, still quite shirtless. yet again, his eyes are on the marks littering dick's body, although his features are softened with more concern.]
Doesn't sound like it's going to let up anytime soon. [which means he's got time; he'll at least convince dick to try the drink at some point. he gingerly hooks jason's elbow, takes the glass from his hands, encouragingly rubs his fingertips across his forearm, eyes widening with realization.] Jason, Jason...! Should I show him what I can do? [he wiggles his fingers, figuring that should be enough since jason knows exactly how his magic works, gaze darting upward to dick.] You'll like it, I promise.