jin ling isn't so sure how sizhui is so proper about this. how he's so collected as he says 'so it would seem.' as if they aren't talking about how far he is when they're kissing.
as he he hadn't just climbed over the table.
a part of jin ling that's holding on to reason here cackles and implodes. it's not the part that's in charge, luckily, because that would be the most awful thing and ruin the mood. the mood of lan sizhui in his lap. right there, where jin ling can place his hands on his hips and confirm that he is in fact in his lap.] Yes. [which, okay, thank every immortal and Heavenly being that jin ling's voice does not crack.]
Much better, closer for sure. [closer, really there. jin ling has a sense of entitlement and bravado about a lot of things, and whole this isn't one of them he feels somehow more comfortable with sizhui here and this close.] Now this is better for proper kissing.
no subject
well.
fuck.
jin ling isn't so sure how sizhui is so proper about this. how he's so collected as he says 'so it would seem.' as if they aren't talking about how far he is when they're kissing.
as he he hadn't just climbed over the table.
a part of jin ling that's holding on to reason here cackles and implodes. it's not the part that's in charge, luckily, because that would be the most awful thing and ruin the mood. the mood of lan sizhui in his lap. right there, where jin ling can place his hands on his hips and confirm that he is in fact in his lap.] Yes. [which, okay, thank every immortal and Heavenly being that jin ling's voice does not crack.]
Much better, closer for sure. [closer, really there. jin ling has a sense of entitlement and bravado about a lot of things, and whole this isn't one of them he feels somehow more comfortable with sizhui here and this close.] Now this is better for proper kissing.