If you keep stringing me along like this, I might really just bite you, you know.
[ fei du says this as lightly as can be, on the edge of a laugh - with that, he will dip out of wenzhou's closest proximity, the opposite of his words as he's the opposite of his meaning, and take a step back, turning to head out of the kitchen. time to run away from that particular insinuation! nope!!
he waves over his shoulder though as he does, easy. ] Let me know when dinner's ready, one way or another.
[ coward, he does not say, even though he wants to. ]
I feel like I'm the one getting the mixed signals here. [ his tone is lofty, but wenzhou is... learning. he's come to understand how fei du works, to a degree, and is continuing to pursue a better understanding on just how he works. with a glance over his shoulder to watch him go, he turns back to what he's doing. ]
he turns, leans on the edge of the doorway with one shoulder, dark eyes sweeping luo wenzhou up and down. fei du can't resist a challenge, no matter what it is. ]
Now, how is that so? I think I've been very clear about my interests, shixiong.
[ it's not like luo wenzhou, of all people, should be judging him for immediately turning his attention towards a challenge, no matter how legitimate it is or not. he rises to the bait constantly and has a hard time backing down from most anything. so the fact that this throwaway jab has him about facing shouldn't make him laugh - he'd do the same goddamn thing.
but it is a little funny. ]
Oh, you've certainly been obvious about certain interests. Wanting me for my body is absolutely valid, after all, with all the hard work I've put into it. [ he moves away from the stove to open a cabinet while he speaks. ] And yet it's things like that, that you "really might bite" me, that truly run hot and cold.
[ and nevermind him running away from actual discussions of feelings, or dancing around the concept. ]
I know it's been a while for you, Captain Luo, but sometimes, that's how people flirt with each other.
[ there's a mimic of wenzhou's earlier tone, here, like he's teaching a fussy child. maybe it's that form of sadism, a streak he's never fully been able to cover, or... really, that he doesn't ever seem to mind to cause himself pain. he could just leave this be, but he prods at it like poking into an open wound, anyway - it's so close to that feelings conversation.
must be the masochism, actually. ] But, I get the picture.
[ reaching for the bowls, wenzhou pauses with the jab at him, brow twitching slightly before he resumes and sets them down on the counter with a firm clack of the dishware against the surface. really, why does he even bother? this brat is so ungrateful, and so insincere - who's the actual masochist here? ]
Somehow, I feel like you don't. But that's fine. [ reaching for the ladle, he serves up the meal. portioning isn't hard when he knows that fei du actually eats like a bird for all that he's a bat. ] You can learn new tricks.
[ like being more honest. with a click of his tongue, he turns and brings him a piping hot bowl filled with protein and iron and disguised blood, the vegetables he cut earlier arranged neatly to show his work and proof of new tricks. ]
[ hmmm..... there's something about this that feels a little odd. fei du takes the bowl when it's given to him, wrapping his hands around the sides, but - he reaches out and puts his hands gently over wenzhou's when he takes it so they brush for a moment. ]
I'm sorry, shixiong.
[ because he has clearly done Something here and that seems like the right thing to do??? and or may help him not be mad? who knows. what does his normal human suit do
but he will take the bowl and set it down, and maybe the best thanks comes like this - he eats. without much pause or worry, he tucks right into his food, and it seems to fit his picky taste, enough that he's eating. like, actually, really eating. ]
although wenzhou has a moment to visibly frown, his fingers twitching a little beneath fei du's but not trying to retreat. he has to turn over how genuine this is - probably not very - but it's. something? it twinges in his chest and he isn't sure how to feel about that. ]
Sure. [ left with few words in response to that, he just. watches him. for a moment. sees him actually digging in and eating, with his long long list of things he won't eat for whatever reason, his aversion to blood...
his shoulders relax, and heh grabs his own bowl to move and sit with him. it seems that his ire has been somewhat abated to the normal levels this time. ]
this is a successful and normal human interaction. things relax into that weirdly domestic peace again, almost like lapsing into place, and fei du prods at a piece of tofu with his chopsticks, digging it into the sauce and enjoying the texture. it's good. good, in the way that very few foods that aren't really sugar are good, and he's content with it, letting the silence slowly melt into place. it's nice.
dinnertime is kind of nice. it's a novel, weird feeling - this is probably the only place that he's eaten dinner as a sit down meal with another person in a home in his entire life.
as he's absently prodding at another piece, fei du says, conversational, ] I don't really have any plans, this evening, so I'll stay.
things settle, even if they're peculiar - wenzhou is convinced fei du can pretend to be a normal person, but no one's seen him like he has, so he knows he's a weird fucking creature sometimes - they're. well, they're normal for them. yiguo is snoring softly where he's curled up, the two of them are peaceably eating a successful dinner. it's -
nice. part of his love language for people is providing them with food, whether it's fetching it for them or cooking it himself. (it's obvious which he prefers, with the work that is put into preparing your own meals and sharing them with others.) that fei du likes the food to eat it, even if he picks or prods sometimes, settles something in him, too. satisfaction? affection? he's cognizant and healthy enough to acknowledge both.
while duck blood tofu and pig blood sausage aren't norms for him, he still eats them right along with his (favorite, annoying) vampire. ] Alright. Good. I can't say I have any exciting plans except staying in and enjoying the fact that we're not working overtime on a case, for once, but that's a reward in and of itself.
[ no exciting plans, he says. fei du could easily make another wisecrack at that - of course you don't have any plans, i don't think you've had plans outside of work in a decade - or he could point out the difference, technically, in their schedules, even if fei du is more diurnal by necessity and stubbornness than a creature of the night. he could say a lot of things.
but in the weird peace of a domestic dinner, the only thing that he says is - ] Alright.
[ because that's... fine. a night in, spent with wenzhou, picking at dinner, having this cold war with his cat, is... fine. fei du hasn't had a simple night in in his entire life, really. even at home when he's alone, he's doing something, whether it's carefully spinning the metaphorical threads of the guanyao project's undoing, or finding the people impacted by it and supporting them, or alone in his dark basement with repetitive images of violence and enough electric shock to leave him gasping but never dead, he's always doing something.
and yet. he puts a piece of tofu in his mouth, and for some reason, it feels like it tastes even sweeter. ]
[ when no new jab comes, it's a little surprising - but also not. wenzhou doesn't question it, because then it would give fei du a reason to say something, and then wenzhou would have no choice but to snap back, and it would just spiral from there. but, instead, they sit in something strangely companionable with their knowledge of the facts.
it's not like he doesn't know that fei du cavorts around at night when fancy suits him, but also spends all of his time during the day with them on cases or doing whatever it is that he does as president fei. it didn't take him long to realize that, honestly, fei du doesn't fucking sleep. ever. their time together has been him trying to break him of bad habits with varying degrees of success. ]
Maybe I can make dessert. [ wenzhou says it before he takes another bite, half to continue the meal, half to silence himself after, an impromptu decision made. something like an offer. something sweet for good behavior, or just because he wants to give fei du that. it can be both.
just more time spent together in this arrangement that they've built for themselves. ]
the kick hurts a little because fei du is a giant baby and he pulls his leg back, but his eyes crinkle up at the corners, and the light in them makes it obvious that they're not as coal black as you might think, like a piece of stained glass.
he's smiling, and it's a real smile, deeply amused as he takes his wine glass and finishes it off, content with himself, and a laugh in his voice as he raises the empty glass in a toast. ]
[ something stirs in him that is both irritated and affectionate, and wenzhou hates it, seeing the way that his dark eyes light up in a spectrum of colors so rarely seen. it isn't a dark pool, the abyss, something unfeeling - it's the thing that has his heart lurching sometimes, when he gets to peel back another layer of fei du's masks.
shit. it really is getting bad. ]
And you've been spoilt today, so just eat your food and shut up.
[ in at least three weeks from now, he'll be telling him he's going to get a creampuff for dessert. ]
[ hee hee. he's deeply pleased with himself, and says very innocently: ]
Yes, shixiong.
[ as if he is the most well behaved boy in the entire world. luo wenzhou did spoil him here - he made this meal specifically for fei du, on top of everything else, and let him have two glasses of wine. (he could go back to his house and drink as much as he wanted, and order takeout or have assistant miao bring him a meal, but - it wouldn't be the same, would it?)
not at all. he scoops up another piece of sausage from his perfectly portioned bowl and eats, half-paying attention as he licks his lips afterwards, instinctively, because it is good. a little color is returning to his cheeks, even, a slight pinkish bloom. ]
[ half under his breath, voice pitched nasal, wenzhou mockingly repeats yes, shixiong, grumbling immediately afterwards before shoving more food into his mouth as if it's a balm. what a headache..!
ungrateful, annoying, the absolute worst personality.
and yet he wants him here. and yet he keeps spoiling him like this. most people would probably look at fei du and say that he's likely the same as all the other rich progeny out there that party all night and are pampered, spoiled rotten. (no, he's just rotten in personality on his own.) ]
There's still enough for another serving or two - I can put it up for later, or you can have it if your bird stomach has room. [ it's a little bit of a jab, but he also sees the faint flush of blood that's coloring his pale, soft skin something warm. the option for him to eat more is there if he somehow manages it.
maybe wenzhou is fussing a little, despite the kick. ] Even you can manage to reheat something, though.
[ his bird stomach... well, wenzhou's not wrong. fei du doesn't partake in much blood or food, and any big portion is probably too much for him - even now, he hasn't entirely finished his portion, but the fact that there's barely anything left is a good sign. he can vaguely recognize that he's being fussed over, because it started with the blood in the glass in the first place.
it's a reminder, of the psp in his work bag, scratched and beloved, that was a gift from this person all along. he lets that little fact settle in the carefully organized filing cabinet that is his brain, persistently pushing itself to the forefront no matter how often fei du has put it back.
finally, he sets his chopsticks down, deciding he's finished, and rolls his eyes when wenzhou makes a comment about reheating food, but, there's no actual heat or irritation behind it. instead, it comes with a smile as he reaches for a napkin to dab at his mouth. ]
Oh, you've more than proven that as the brat you are.
[ bringing his own hand up, he licks some stray broth off the side of his thumb with a roll of his own eyes right on back. otherwise, though, there's no real heat to wenzhou's response, either.
this is normal. this is the lighter version of their bickering and bantering. they push buttons for each other, push and pull, but it's not particularly bad. strange that they went from constant odds to something that's more routine and playful on top of the... actual barbs. because like hell those are gone.
neither of them can help themselves. ]
Really going to wear on my last nerve one of these days. [ ominous a threat to give, but not really at the same time. especially since he collects their bowls and chopsticks together, rising to take them back to the kitchen. ] Got a stake saved just for you.
[ it hits him directly in the face because fei du does not have reflexes. he makes a "mpht" noise that's probably satisfying and rubs at his face afterwards. rude. ]
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[ fei du says this as lightly as can be, on the edge of a laugh - with that, he will dip out of wenzhou's closest proximity, the opposite of his words as he's the opposite of his meaning, and take a step back, turning to head out of the kitchen. time to run away from that particular insinuation! nope!!
he waves over his shoulder though as he does, easy. ] Let me know when dinner's ready, one way or another.
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I feel like I'm the one getting the mixed signals here. [ his tone is lofty, but wenzhou is... learning. he's come to understand how fei du works, to a degree, and is continuing to pursue a better understanding on just how he works. with a glance over his shoulder to watch him go, he turns back to what he's doing. ]
Soon enough. Go sit down and don't cause trouble.
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he turns, leans on the edge of the doorway with one shoulder, dark eyes sweeping luo wenzhou up and down. fei du can't resist a challenge, no matter what it is. ]
Now, how is that so? I think I've been very clear about my interests, shixiong.
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but it is a little funny. ]
Oh, you've certainly been obvious about certain interests. Wanting me for my body is absolutely valid, after all, with all the hard work I've put into it. [ he moves away from the stove to open a cabinet while he speaks. ] And yet it's things like that, that you "really might bite" me, that truly run hot and cold.
[ and nevermind him running away from actual discussions of feelings, or dancing around the concept. ]
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[ there's a mimic of wenzhou's earlier tone, here, like he's teaching a fussy child. maybe it's that form of sadism, a streak he's never fully been able to cover, or... really, that he doesn't ever seem to mind to cause himself pain. he could just leave this be, but he prods at it like poking into an open wound, anyway - it's so close to that feelings conversation.
must be the masochism, actually. ] But, I get the picture.
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Somehow, I feel like you don't. But that's fine. [ reaching for the ladle, he serves up the meal. portioning isn't hard when he knows that fei du actually eats like a bird for all that he's a bat. ] You can learn new tricks.
[ like being more honest. with a click of his tongue, he turns and brings him a piping hot bowl filled with protein and iron and disguised blood, the vegetables he cut earlier arranged neatly to show his work and proof of new tricks. ]
Shut up and eat.
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I'm sorry, shixiong.
[ because he has clearly done Something here and that seems like the right thing to do??? and or may help him not be mad? who knows. what does his normal human suit do
but he will take the bowl and set it down, and maybe the best thanks comes like this - he eats. without much pause or worry, he tucks right into his food, and it seems to fit his picky taste, enough that he's eating. like, actually, really eating. ]
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although wenzhou has a moment to visibly frown, his fingers twitching a little beneath fei du's but not trying to retreat. he has to turn over how genuine this is - probably not very - but it's. something? it twinges in his chest and he isn't sure how to feel about that. ]
Sure. [ left with few words in response to that, he just. watches him. for a moment. sees him actually digging in and eating, with his long long list of things he won't eat for whatever reason, his aversion to blood...
his shoulders relax, and heh grabs his own bowl to move and sit with him. it seems that his ire has been somewhat abated to the normal levels this time. ]
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this is a successful and normal human interaction. things relax into that weirdly domestic peace again, almost like lapsing into place, and fei du prods at a piece of tofu with his chopsticks, digging it into the sauce and enjoying the texture. it's good. good, in the way that very few foods that aren't really sugar are good, and he's content with it, letting the silence slowly melt into place. it's nice.
dinnertime is kind of nice. it's a novel, weird feeling - this is probably the only place that he's eaten dinner as a sit down meal with another person in a home in his entire life.
as he's absently prodding at another piece, fei du says, conversational, ] I don't really have any plans, this evening, so I'll stay.
[ here. ]
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things settle, even if they're peculiar - wenzhou is convinced fei du can pretend to be a normal person, but no one's seen him like he has, so he knows he's a weird fucking creature sometimes - they're. well, they're normal for them. yiguo is snoring softly where he's curled up, the two of them are peaceably eating a successful dinner. it's -
nice. part of his love language for people is providing them with food, whether it's fetching it for them or cooking it himself. (it's obvious which he prefers, with the work that is put into preparing your own meals and sharing them with others.) that fei du likes the food to eat it, even if he picks or prods sometimes, settles something in him, too. satisfaction? affection? he's cognizant and healthy enough to acknowledge both.
while duck blood tofu and pig blood sausage aren't norms for him, he still eats them right along with his (favorite, annoying) vampire. ] Alright. Good. I can't say I have any exciting plans except staying in and enjoying the fact that we're not working overtime on a case, for once, but that's a reward in and of itself.
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but in the weird peace of a domestic dinner, the only thing that he says is - ] Alright.
[ because that's... fine. a night in, spent with wenzhou, picking at dinner, having this cold war with his cat, is... fine. fei du hasn't had a simple night in in his entire life, really. even at home when he's alone, he's doing something, whether it's carefully spinning the metaphorical threads of the guanyao project's undoing, or finding the people impacted by it and supporting them, or alone in his dark basement with repetitive images of violence and enough electric shock to leave him gasping but never dead, he's always doing something.
and yet. he puts a piece of tofu in his mouth, and for some reason, it feels like it tastes even sweeter. ]
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it's not like he doesn't know that fei du cavorts around at night when fancy suits him, but also spends all of his time during the day with them on cases or doing whatever it is that he does as president fei. it didn't take him long to realize that, honestly, fei du doesn't fucking sleep. ever. their time together has been him trying to break him of bad habits with varying degrees of success. ]
Maybe I can make dessert. [ wenzhou says it before he takes another bite, half to continue the meal, half to silence himself after, an impromptu decision made. something like an offer. something sweet for good behavior, or just because he wants to give fei du that. it can be both.
just more time spent together in this arrangement that they've built for themselves. ]
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and he smiles, perching his chin on his hand, and says, with all the curl of a cheshire cat ]
What type of dessert?
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ruins it ]
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wenzhou kicks him in the shin, although the effect is ruined by the fact he's wearing slippers and not his hardy shoes. ]
Nevermind.
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the kick hurts a little because fei du is a giant baby and he pulls his leg back, but his eyes crinkle up at the corners, and the light in them makes it obvious that they're not as coal black as you might think, like a piece of stained glass.
he's smiling, and it's a real smile, deeply amused as he takes his wine glass and finishes it off, content with himself, and a laugh in his voice as he raises the empty glass in a toast. ]
Spoilsport.
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shit. it really is getting bad. ]
And you've been spoilt today, so just eat your food and shut up.
[ in at least three weeks from now, he'll be telling him he's going to get a creampuff for dessert. ]
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Yes, shixiong.
[ as if he is the most well behaved boy in the entire world. luo wenzhou did spoil him here - he made this meal specifically for fei du, on top of everything else, and let him have two glasses of wine. (he could go back to his house and drink as much as he wanted, and order takeout or have assistant miao bring him a meal, but - it wouldn't be the same, would it?)
not at all. he scoops up another piece of sausage from his perfectly portioned bowl and eats, half-paying attention as he licks his lips afterwards, instinctively, because it is good. a little color is returning to his cheeks, even, a slight pinkish bloom. ]
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ungrateful, annoying, the absolute worst personality.
and yet he wants him here. and yet he keeps spoiling him like this. most people would probably look at fei du and say that he's likely the same as all the other rich progeny out there that party all night and are pampered, spoiled rotten. (no, he's just rotten in personality on his own.) ]
There's still enough for another serving or two - I can put it up for later, or you can have it if your bird stomach has room. [ it's a little bit of a jab, but he also sees the faint flush of blood that's coloring his pale, soft skin something warm. the option for him to eat more is there if he somehow manages it.
maybe wenzhou is fussing a little, despite the kick. ] Even you can manage to reheat something, though.
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it's a reminder, of the psp in his work bag, scratched and beloved, that was a gift from this person all along. he lets that little fact settle in the carefully organized filing cabinet that is his brain, persistently pushing itself to the forefront no matter how often fei du has put it back.
finally, he sets his chopsticks down, deciding he's finished, and rolls his eyes when wenzhou makes a comment about reheating food, but, there's no actual heat or irritation behind it. instead, it comes with a smile as he reaches for a napkin to dab at his mouth. ]
Button pushing is in my repertoire.
[ he heard your little mocking remark there]
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[ bringing his own hand up, he licks some stray broth off the side of his thumb with a roll of his own eyes right on back. otherwise, though, there's no real heat to wenzhou's response, either.
this is normal. this is the lighter version of their bickering and bantering. they push buttons for each other, push and pull, but it's not particularly bad. strange that they went from constant odds to something that's more routine and playful on top of the... actual barbs. because like hell those are gone.
neither of them can help themselves. ]
Really going to wear on my last nerve one of these days. [ ominous a threat to give, but not really at the same time. especially since he collects their bowls and chopsticks together, rising to take them back to the kitchen. ] Got a stake saved just for you.
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Really?
[ ha ha stake ha ha sexy jokes ]
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Knock it off!
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You said it, not me.
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[ he is but one, horny man. do not do this to luo wenzhou and his active hormones and libido. ]
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[ don't pull this ]
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