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[cultivatingsin]

Fuck it. Considering we're all stuck here until further notice, being heroic and shit, tell me where you would rather be and what you would rather be doing. I'll go first.

I want to be in a city full of coffins, making dinner for...someone. And myself. No one else. [Take that A-Qing. Take that Song Zichen.] We just finished a successful Night Hunt and we're tired, hungry but happy.

[Is it sad that these are his favorite memories? A city full of coffins, really?]

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[cultivatingsin]

[Anyone who carelessly or purposefully runs into Xingchen will find themselves regretting it a split second later. Xue Yang has the strength and ferocity to push anyone against a wall - particularly when enraged. His Daozhang deserves way better than that!

He almost loses his step upon hearing the nickname. O-Oh. His cheeks turn red and he stares at Xingchen in wonder.]

...y-yes. It's... [What the hell was he talking about earlier?]

What are you hungry for, A-Chen? I'll get it for you.

[bright_moon]

[ So very belatedly he realizes what slipped out, and his cheeks flush darkly as he ducks his head. But he doesn't apologize for the daring. Xue Yang has worked hard. And...this Xue Yang is cute. Sweet. Considerate. And makes his heart race and he wants...he doesn't know what he wants.

He gently squeezes Xue Yang's fingers, feeling the stare keenly.

Oh! A-Chen. It's...only right. And he finds he doesn't mind. No. Not at all. It warms him and he draws in a steadying breath before lifting his head a little. ]

You know what I'm used to eating. I trust you to bring something I can eat.

[ So no tongues! ]

[cultivatingsin]

[Aw he would never feed Xingchen a tongue! He knows that's disgusting. With a genuinely happy smile, Xue Yang rubs his cheek against Xingchen's hand, his breath puffing over his knuckles.]

I'll bring you something delicious.

[He helps Xingchen to a good place to sit and, quickly, places a kiss against the side of the man's head. Then he darts off to get their food, blushing harder than ever.]

[bright_moon]

[ Good boy. Xingchen can't resist the giggle at how Xue Yang rubs his cheek over his hand. It's so cute! ]

Thank you.

[ Taking a seat, he flushes at the kiss to his head and waits, amazed at the excellent steps the other man has taken in so short a time. ]

[cultivatingsin]

[Xiao Xingchen is alive. For that, for Xingchen's happiness, Xue Yang will do anything. He gathers two plates for them, ordering (and receiving) what he hopes is one of his Daozhang's favorite meals. Then he carries them over and pours them some tea.]

Did you miss me~?

[bright_moon]

[ His senses are sharp enough to follow Xue Yang's progress across the room, even crowded. Xingchen is rather surprised at himself to find that he...missed the warmth of his hand being held. So the chirping question when the impish man returns with food and tea has him smile. ]

I did.

[ Not the wicked Xue Yang. But his Xue Yang. His A-Yang. ]

[cultivatingsin]

[Grinning, delighted, he sets a plate in front of Xingchen and makes sure he has all the utensils he needs. Then a full tea cup follows.]

Be careful, it's hot. [The food and the drink. But there is also a cup of water in case Xingchen is thirsty now.]

No one bothered you, right? [He sits down beside Xingchen instead of across from him.]

[bright_moon]

[ More care and thoughtfulness that warms him. Xingchen gently picks up the cup of tea, partially to warm cool fingers, but also because it's habit for him. He breathes in the steam without taking a sip immediately. ]

No, no one is bothering me.

[ He likes the fact Xue Yang chooses the seat beside him rather than across. Closer. ]

No one upset you while you were getting us food?

[cultivatingsin]

[So damn adorable. Xue Yang watches Xingchen adoringly, ready in case the sweet man needs anything.]

Then I wasn't away for too long.

[He picks up a dumpling and bites into it, chewing and swallowing before he answers.]

Nope! The robots are alright. They do get us good food.