[ perfect. pressed nice and close together like this, it's easy to pick up on the rhythm of the music, to take slow, easy dance steps. his hand curls in jingheng's gloved one, and bixing's cheeks turn a little pink at the compliment, though it's more pleased than it is embarrassed. this is the kind of thing that there's just not been time for - even before the seventeen year separation, there was just never time. snatched away trips to the outskirts of a city. stolen meals (because bixing memorized lin's schedule.) tiny little moments that so rarely got to add up into something so sweet and romantic.
lu bixing laughs a little at that remark, though, clearly very happy. if he had a tail, it'd be wagging. ]
That's how I felt. [ like have you seen lin. he ducks in to say something, a soft murmur in his ear not for anyone else, and then pulls back just a little, the smile on his face going pleased and a little mischievous as he takes them for another turn. ] Wearing a mask like that, though, you could be Sige, all over again. You know?
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lu bixing laughs a little at that remark, though, clearly very happy. if he had a tail, it'd be wagging. ]
That's how I felt. [ like have you seen lin. he ducks in to say something, a soft murmur in his ear not for anyone else, and then pulls back just a little, the smile on his face going pleased and a little mischievous as he takes them for another turn. ] Wearing a mask like that, though, you could be Sige, all over again. You know?