[ HELP he yelps when he gets bitten and it's very uncool, immediately swatting at jiaoqiu though it's not hard. he gets it, he gets it! if "i want to be with you" gives him an extremely uncool doki, well, whatever. ]
Fine. [ he is so put upon. ] Not really tired, but if you really need a lullaby...
[ sarcastic, of course - extremely, but it's just his usual. that and it's probably a lie, because he got maybe two hours of sleep. then again it looks like he probably hasn't actually slept properly in like, years. it's fine, ]
You're always tired. [ he murmurs, tucking therion's hair behind his ear. but he lets that go, and to make sure that the light teasing mood doesn't go away, jiaoqiu yawns directly in his face to get him to swat at him.
the gesture is small and sweet and a little embarrassing - his face is still kind of warm, and the flush at his cheeks flares again, enough that he scoffs, embarrassed, starts to look away. being known never gets less embarrassing.
that, and!!! yawning in his face does get him swatted at again, and therion makes a face, leaning backwards and away from him before he extricates himself from the floor pile, and stares down at him on the ground for a second, putting his hands on his hips. ]
he has not moved in the minutes that therion leaves him there. getting nudged makes his tail swish back and forth in agitation but he doesn't bother trying to get up until therion offers a hand. he peeks open an eye and reaches... for the hand... he's being dramatic but honestly he does actually feel like garbage so this is nice of therion. granted, it's garbage of his own making, but.
carefully, he stands, and then takes a second to just rest his head on therion's shoulder. mnhhh. ]
[ the judgy expression on his face says it all - he is absolutely considering just dropping him when he's being dramatic, and the pull up is not Gentle by any means. up to your feet, sicky, that's what you get.
however, the way he rests on his shoulder softens his initial reaction, and he just grumbles, patting him on the back once, twice. ]
[ the next time therion is sick he is going to be SO nice to him and he's gonna feel SO bad about this!!!
no, jiaoqiu doesn't care, really. he's aware he's being spoiled. the hand on his back makes him sigh, eyes closed, kind of just wavering where he's standing, and then he finally pulls back so he can wobble his way onto the bed. this time he is wearing pajamas, or like, something close. just sweats and a t-shirt.
he's happy to curl up, half-assedly pulling the blankets up around him. a beat, and then he peers over his shoulder at therion and offers a hand? he can come curl up too. jiaoqiu is a big fan of the times he gets to spoon him. ]
[ therion mutters, but it's lacking any heat once again - even a little amused, but he will eventually come and join him, plopping down on the side of his bed. he is not in pajamas, he is still in his jeans, so give him a second to step out of those, dropping them and his belt down and then joining him as if he is put upon to do this. he is not.
in fact he is tired. very tired! but this is fine. he's always tired. ]
[ he mumbles into the bed, ear flicking. but he does open his eyes to look at therion when he sits on the side of the bed, and there's this violent squeeze of emotion at seeing him in a shirt and underwear. he's just... small, but not in a bad way. it activates every protective sense in his body, and he's almost bemused by it. a beat, and then he pulls therion down with him, therion's back to jiaoqiu's chest. he slides his arm around therion's waist, hugging him to his chest, and buries his face against the back of therion's neck and hair with the most content sigh in the world.
and after a moment he'll wriggle his hand a bit to try and find therion's so he can hold it. ]
I'd ask you what you want for dinner when I wake up but you're just going to say whatever. [ he mumbles sleepily. ]
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I want to be with you. Brat.
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Fine. [ he is so put upon. ] Not really tired, but if you really need a lullaby...
[ sarcastic, of course - extremely, but it's just his usual. that and it's probably a lie, because he got maybe two hours of sleep. then again it looks like he probably hasn't actually slept properly in like, years. it's fine, ]
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You're always tired. [ he murmurs, tucking therion's hair behind his ear. but he lets that go, and to make sure that the light teasing mood doesn't go away, jiaoqiu yawns directly in his face to get him to swat at him.
hehe. ]
Help me up.
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the gesture is small and sweet and a little embarrassing - his face is still kind of warm, and the flush at his cheeks flares again, enough that he scoffs, embarrassed, starts to look away. being known never gets less embarrassing.
that, and!!! yawning in his face does get him swatted at again, and therion makes a face, leaning backwards and away from him before he extricates himself from the floor pile, and stares down at him on the ground for a second, putting his hands on his hips. ]
You're the one who put yourself there.
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My phone was down here... [ whines!! holds out his hands. help him, love of his life, receiver of his affection ]
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Huh. Weird. [ and he turns around like he's just going to leave........... rude....... ]
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he gives up and becomes a fox puddle pathetically ]
You would leave me to die on the floor...
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[ therion,
anyway he returns a couple minutes later and nudges at him with his foot, once, twice. and then eventually holds out his hand like come on. ]
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he has not moved in the minutes that therion leaves him there. getting nudged makes his tail swish back and forth in agitation but he doesn't bother trying to get up until therion offers a hand. he peeks open an eye and reaches... for the hand... he's being dramatic but honestly he does actually feel like garbage so this is nice of therion. granted, it's garbage of his own making, but.
carefully, he stands, and then takes a second to just rest his head on therion's shoulder. mnhhh. ]
Thank you.
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however, the way he rests on his shoulder softens his initial reaction, and he just grumbles, patting him on the back once, twice. ]
Yeah, yeah.
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no, jiaoqiu doesn't care, really. he's aware he's being spoiled. the hand on his back makes him sigh, eyes closed, kind of just wavering where he's standing, and then he finally pulls back so he can wobble his way onto the bed. this time he is wearing pajamas, or like, something close. just sweats and a t-shirt.
he's happy to curl up, half-assedly pulling the blankets up around him. a beat, and then he peers over his shoulder at therion and offers a hand? he can come curl up too. jiaoqiu is a big fan of the times he gets to spoon him. ]
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[ therion mutters, but it's lacking any heat once again - even a little amused, but he will eventually come and join him, plopping down on the side of his bed. he is not in pajamas, he is still in his jeans, so give him a second to step out of those, dropping them and his belt down and then joining him as if he is put upon to do this. he is not.
in fact he is tired. very tired! but this is fine. he's always tired. ]
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[ he mumbles into the bed, ear flicking. but he does open his eyes to look at therion when he sits on the side of the bed, and there's this violent squeeze of emotion at seeing him in a shirt and underwear. he's just... small, but not in a bad way. it activates every protective sense in his body, and he's almost bemused by it. a beat, and then he pulls therion down with him, therion's back to jiaoqiu's chest. he slides his arm around therion's waist, hugging him to his chest, and buries his face against the back of therion's neck and hair with the most content sigh in the world.
and after a moment he'll wriggle his hand a bit to try and find therion's so he can hold it. ]
I'd ask you what you want for dinner when I wake up but you're just going to say whatever. [ he mumbles sleepily. ]