[ on a random friday evening, fei du has found himself not at his usual haunts - that would be the best of the best of yan city, of course, penthouse clubs and hidden race tracks, billionaires mansions and unending bars, or jetting halfway across the world for the night for the sake of doing so. no, in fact, lately, he's found himself... here. on luo wenzhou's couch, in his tiny little apartment, sans a glass of wine, sans a pretty girl (or boy, he's not picky) on his arm, unless you count the very fat cat who is eying him from three couches over.
he doesn't have any particular plans, today. at least, not in the overarching way - business contacts and the like are doing their jobs, lu jia is out investigating the goings on of an upper echelon vampire under disguise and occasionally texting an update in code. despite the slow workings of the toppling of an empire, they are - well. slow. it means there are slow days like this.
... sort of. the wenzhou thing is new.
he's not unaware he's being looked at. how could he not be? wenzhou is obvious even when he is trying to be subtle, in a way that used to be sort of funny but is now both that and a little blockheadedly charming (when that happened, he doesn't want to think about and will not think about) but he might as well take advantage of it. he stretches, content, unfolds his long legs from where he was curled up in a half ball with his phone on the couch, and lolls his head back, idly. ]
Shixiong, [ he starts, a hint of a drawl on the word, a sweetness that's not quite so sweet, ] is spending your Friday evenings like this what makes you a spinster, or were you already one?
[ a little barb that is almost playfully antagonizing. pay attention to me. ]
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he doesn't have any particular plans, today. at least, not in the overarching way - business contacts and the like are doing their jobs, lu jia is out investigating the goings on of an upper echelon vampire under disguise and occasionally texting an update in code. despite the slow workings of the toppling of an empire, they are - well. slow. it means there are slow days like this.
... sort of. the wenzhou thing is new.
he's not unaware he's being looked at. how could he not be? wenzhou is obvious even when he is trying to be subtle, in a way that used to be sort of funny but is now both that and a little blockheadedly charming (when that happened, he doesn't want to think about and will not think about) but he might as well take advantage of it. he stretches, content, unfolds his long legs from where he was curled up in a half ball with his phone on the couch, and lolls his head back, idly. ]
Shixiong, [ he starts, a hint of a drawl on the word, a sweetness that's not quite so sweet, ] is spending your Friday evenings like this what makes you a spinster, or were you already one?
[ a little barb that is almost playfully antagonizing. pay attention to me. ]