[ his eyes follow sizhui's downcast gaze straight to his wringing hands, not shying away from a smile at the compliment he bounces back at jason. ] White is not my color. [ he jokes, thinking that unlike him, sizhui looks good in everything.
but then a couple words and sizhui turns even more shy, blushing red through a hushed laugh that kills that nerves in jason's stomach. its wild to see sizhui embarrassed and shy when he's the epitome of grace, giving dick grayson a run for his money. jason really can't believe what he's hearing, but the laugh is contagious paired with inebriation and jason's smiling. ] Now I know you're pulling my leg. You've seen mirrors.
[ another day, less liquor in him, and the hand on his chin could have been more anxiety-inducing. he's not exactly got the best history in relationships and he's not really in an era he should be making romantic decisions. jason's a walking, talking fraud here. maybe sizhui's cleaned him up good putting him in some robes and healing his messed up arm, but jason isn't supposed to be here. going home is about the last thing he's thinking about though.
his eyes flit over sizhui's pretty face, his expression paired with his earnest words, doesn't take a rocket scientist to get what he means. they've been flirting since day one, but jason didn't... really think it'd amount to anything. it probably shouldn't. but his gaze drops back down to sizhui's mouth, the curve of his lips, and overstepping doesn't cross his mind at all. his own hand settles on the back of sizhui's neck as he tilts his head a little and leans in, giving sizhui all the time in the world for second guessing himself, before pressing their mouths together in a soft kiss. just a peck, just a breath of space between them when he asks in a whisper, ] Something like this?
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but then a couple words and sizhui turns even more shy, blushing red through a hushed laugh that kills that nerves in jason's stomach. its wild to see sizhui embarrassed and shy when he's the epitome of grace, giving dick grayson a run for his money. jason really can't believe what he's hearing, but the laugh is contagious paired with inebriation and jason's smiling. ] Now I know you're pulling my leg. You've seen mirrors.
[ another day, less liquor in him, and the hand on his chin could have been more anxiety-inducing. he's not exactly got the best history in relationships and he's not really in an era he should be making romantic decisions. jason's a walking, talking fraud here. maybe sizhui's cleaned him up good putting him in some robes and healing his messed up arm, but jason isn't supposed to be here. going home is about the last thing he's thinking about though.
his eyes flit over sizhui's pretty face, his expression paired with his earnest words, doesn't take a rocket scientist to get what he means. they've been flirting since day one, but jason didn't... really think it'd amount to anything. it probably shouldn't. but his gaze drops back down to sizhui's mouth, the curve of his lips, and overstepping doesn't cross his mind at all. his own hand settles on the back of sizhui's neck as he tilts his head a little and leans in, giving sizhui all the time in the world for second guessing himself, before pressing their mouths together in a soft kiss. just a peck, just a breath of space between them when he asks in a whisper, ] Something like this?