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Who: Zhao Yunlan, Shen Wei, Zhu Hong (also this is a catchall so hmu if you want a starter!)
Where: Temple of Mars & neighborhood
When: March 9, 2017
What: Zhu Hong wants to apologize for embarrassing drunken conversations and Shen Wei's invited over to see just how unfit for human habitation Yunlan's managed to make his room in a mere few months. Shenanigans, probably.
Warnings: Guardian end series spoilers, discussion of death/mourning, Zhao Yunlan being uncharacteristically insecure, but, look, he would like to point out he's got reasons. Other warnings in headers if anything comes up!

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[Yunlan looks up in turn, meeting his eyes. His expression is dark and serious, at first, until he relaxes into a lopsided grin.]

Good. I'd have my feelings hurt if you turned it down!

[He gives Shen Wei's hand one final squeeze, and lets go, abandoning the necklace to him. For all his claims of certainty, it still feels like a leap of faith.

Well, hopefully he isn't going to remember anything that makes him take this back. Going with his gut has led him right so far, and overthinking's useless anyway when he only has guesses to base his thoughts on.]

[ That such a small thing would mean so much did not go unnoticed to Shen Wei. He held still for a moment, still feeling the lingering traces of Zhao Yunlan's warmth against his skin before taking a deep breath and looked down at the necklace. He ran his fingers lightly along the braided leather cord, then slipped it over his head. It settled around his neck with its familiar weight and Shen Wei felt a little less lost as if a piece of his history had finally come home. ]

We wouldn't want that to happen. [ A moment's pause and the corners of his mouth turned up. ] You would probably steal my cat in retaliation.

Your cat?

[His feelings, watching the pendant settle against Shen Wei's chest, are mixed; but there's a quiet satisfaction blossoming among them, slowly subsuming the others. He reaches out, teasing, to brush his fingers over the pendant. It's an echo of Shen Wei's own habitual gesture, though there's never been a necklace there before.]

No way. I can't afford enough fish to steal your cat for my own.

[He grins at Shen Wei, leaving his fingers resting against the other man's breastbone.]

He could work for his meals as well.

[ He was half-teasing, knowing that Da Qing did actually work and had a paycheck, even if it had been spent mostly on his food and other necessities. The only reason why he hadn't done that yet was all up to Da Qing and whether or not he wanted to. Shen Wei was not going to restrict him making money for himself.

It was not like Da Qing was his cat after all, only just so happen to be his shinki due to the forces at work here. ]

He could do with a little exercise.

[ Reaching up, Shen Wei rested his hand on Yunlan's leaning towards him with a small, satisfied smile on his face. ]

I was going to surprise you with a clean room, but I guess I need to think of something else now, so... any requests?

A cat? Work for his food? I'm not sure I buy that one. [The tone's fondly teasing: Zhao Yunlan might still be working out a lot of things about himself, but apparently, he knows cats.

Sometimes, he's forced to realize that he must have been a hell of a loser in life. No domestic skills, cat lover, thirtyish with no wedding band, smart but not academic? Death's treating him better so far. He shifts his fingers against Shen Wei's; the thrill of lust the touch sends through him is the comfortable, sleepy kind, because with the tension of skating too close to his past fading, his body's remembering that it's the middle of the night.

He scoots back onto the bed, winding his fingers in the old t-shirt of his that Shen Wei's wearing, and tugs the other man after him. No, he's too sleepy for more than copping a feel while they cuddle.]

Come back to bed. You can get back up later, but-- [he shoots Shen Wei a glance through his eyelashes, half seductive, half trying to hide his own sincerity] --I sleep better when I fall asleep with you, baby.

[It's true. Embarrassing as hell, but true: he's got an annoying tendency towards vague stress dreams. He startles himself up from sleep convinced he's missing something, he fucked something important up, it's too late, and his asshole brain won't cough up any details. With Shen Wei to snuggle up to, he sleeps better.]

There are ways to get him to move... calling out his superior skills to the test or flattery at just the right amount. I've managed to talk him into dealing with my garden's turtle and snake problem.

[ Which meant that Da Qing would end up sitting on top of the biggest turtle calling out orders while the animals just acted as they did. It was a little amusing and Shen Wei feels that he needed an award for resisting the urge to record and post the end results.

He went with the tug, shifting around as he was dragged down, laughing softly at getting manhandled like this. Only Zhao Yunlan was allowed to do this really; anyone else would have found themselves with a ripped piece of shirt in their hands, but Shen Wei didn't think on that. ]

Mm, I should stay in bed then so you can sleep better. [He flicked his fingers at the little light, making it pop out of existence as he settled next to Yunlan, shifting so he could be cuddled against. ]

Exactly. [Shen Wei staying in bed -- at least until he's asleep again and won't care -- is all he wants here, and he doesn't bother to squelch the wave of pleased contentment that Shen Wei's not arguing with him about it. Instead, he stretches out until his spine creaks with it, throwing an arm and a leg over his lover and making a satisfied noise into the crook of Shen Wei's neck.]

'Night. [That, he punctuates with a yawn, and snuggles in closer as he lets his eyes close.]

[ There were things he would argue with Yunlan about, but staying in bed while Yunlan cuddles up against him is not one of them. Shen Wei allowed himself get manhandled into position, moving his arm so that he was pressed tightly against his side. Then he relaxed, feeling Zhao Yunlan breath softly against his neck, his limbs warm and solid against him.

Only when he was sure that he was fully asleep, Shen Wei turned his head, pressing a soft kiss on the mass of dark hair. ]

Ah-Lan, Ah-Lan, what you do to me.

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