[It's problematic that Wei Wuxian is finding this all delightful instead of off-putting. Accustomed to the derision of others, Matoba supposes that can only mean one thing: they are.... alike.]
[What a terrifying prospect for everyone else in the resort.]
[His donuts are banished, which leaves Matoba flicking his tongue over sticky fingers, and contemplating the rest of the cart. Those croissants look delicious... But perhaps he ought to make some tea, first. And so he slides off from the bed, and crosses next to Wei Wuxian to unstack a porcelain teacup, wrinkling his nose when he finds the only tea to be bagged. It will do.]
I don't know. How is your ass feeling?
[Because Matoba's is feeling pretty flighty and free, so they probably didn't fuck.]
[...Unless this man inspired in him one of his occasional bouts of dominance-aggression. A possibility, for sure, just from talking to him these few minutes here- but that's the purpose of gauging him now, as he pours steaming water over the bag of green tea he's prepared, to decipher what he thinks of the suggestion.]
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[What a terrifying prospect for everyone else in the resort.]
[His donuts are banished, which leaves Matoba flicking his tongue over sticky fingers, and contemplating the rest of the cart. Those croissants look delicious... But perhaps he ought to make some tea, first. And so he slides off from the bed, and crosses next to Wei Wuxian to unstack a porcelain teacup, wrinkling his nose when he finds the only tea to be bagged. It will do.]
I don't know. How is your ass feeling?
[Because Matoba's is feeling pretty flighty and free, so they probably didn't fuck.]
[...Unless this man inspired in him one of his occasional bouts of dominance-aggression. A possibility, for sure, just from talking to him these few minutes here- but that's the purpose of gauging him now, as he pours steaming water over the bag of green tea he's prepared, to decipher what he thinks of the suggestion.]