[ Sizhui’s soft breath sifts through the phone, and the warm, intimate sound has his eyes falling open as he drops his head back down. His thoughts drift along with an ease coursing through his body from the alcohol, simple and unguarded. ]
Kissing someone? [ His voice is low and quiet, a pause conveying his confusion before he answers. ] No, I don’t—not by any rules I know of. Were you—do you think it’s punishable?
[while he waits for an answer, his attention flickers to the styrofoam cup nearby, half-lidded eyes considering before he shifts to pick it up. sizhui sucks down the remaining liquid, sets it aside on the floor then leans back again.]
Not at all, [he answers truthfully.] And yet, I was still punished for it. [just to answer the half-question dick about asked there, but here's something that might be a curveball.] If I said I want to kiss you, however, would that be punishable?
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Kissing someone? [ His voice is low and quiet, a pause conveying his confusion before he answers. ] No, I don’t—not by any rules I know of. Were you—do you think it’s punishable?
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Not at all, [he answers truthfully.] And yet, I was still punished for it. [just to answer the half-question dick about asked there, but here's something that might be a curveball.] If I said I want to kiss you, however, would that be punishable?