You're really living up to that absent-minded professor stereotype. [Yunlan's tone is fond; he's still going to insist on helping put Shen Wei's finances in better order. If things are set up at his temple like they are at Bakugou's, he probably does have some income, and minimal bills to pay, so it won't be too tough to organize.
It's kind of a nice feeling, to think that Shen Wei might need his help. Sometimes he feels a little useless around Bakugou's aggressive competence.]
-- Is that a squid?
[It's another animatronic, waving its dripping tentacles with robotic precision down between boats. Yunlan shrugs off his jacket and sweeps it hastily over both of their heads, shielding them against a spatter of droplets as the tentacle passes over their boat.
He's leaning awfully close to Shen Wei, he realizes a moment later, pressed shoulder to shoulder and with his arm around the other man to hold his jacket overhead. He looks over into Shen Wei's eyes, on the level with his, about to try a quick, awkward laugh and scoot away. All that makes it out is a little puff of air through parted lips, as he sternly lectures himself about being too pushy, and moving too fast, and what a bad idea it would be to steal a kiss. No matter how much he might want to.
No, what he ought to do is go back to that laughing retreat, and he doesn't know why it's not happening already.]
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It's kind of a nice feeling, to think that Shen Wei might need his help. Sometimes he feels a little useless around Bakugou's aggressive competence.]
-- Is that a squid?
[It's another animatronic, waving its dripping tentacles with robotic precision down between boats. Yunlan shrugs off his jacket and sweeps it hastily over both of their heads, shielding them against a spatter of droplets as the tentacle passes over their boat.
He's leaning awfully close to Shen Wei, he realizes a moment later, pressed shoulder to shoulder and with his arm around the other man to hold his jacket overhead. He looks over into Shen Wei's eyes, on the level with his, about to try a quick, awkward laugh and scoot away. All that makes it out is a little puff of air through parted lips, as he sternly lectures himself about being too pushy, and moving too fast, and what a bad idea it would be to steal a kiss. No matter how much he might want to.
No, what he ought to do is go back to that laughing retreat, and he doesn't know why it's not happening already.]