[ 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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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. ]