[ well. this is certainly new.

wrapped in little more than a deep red silk robe to keep him modest, jing yuan glances around the interior of the large stretch limousine, bleary and half-awake. it all seems a strange dream - surely he must have nodded off at his desk - but the beeping of his new watch says otherwise, explaining the strange nature of what is going on around him in no uncertain terms.

oh. jing yuan has heard some strange tales in his life, but this is certainly among the most bizarre. sitting up a little more fully, he raises one pale brow, glancing in the direction of whosoever has had the misfortune of being placed here with him. breathing a light chuckle, he shakes his head. ]

Well, my friend, we seem to have found ourselves in a predicament, haven't we?

[ games it is, then. jing yuan just so happens to be quite fond of games, though these he must say are rather distasteful - fun under the right circumstances perhaps, but against one's will? well, where's the enjoyment in playing with unwilling participants?

but then, no one has ever asked the pawns on the board for permission to move them.

very well, he will play along, play this game, and return home. for now that means selecting a card that designates him as dominant, then stepping through the lounge in search of a partner, while all dressed up for the party. dalliances like this are not necessarily new to jing yuan, though he can barely remember the last time he took a lover; the work at the seat of divine foresight is, after all, never complete. now, however, he seems to have an excess amount of time on his hands.

he smiles warmly, graciously, at whomever approaches. ]

Tell me, my friend, what you do and do not enjoy.

[ ah, this game is sure to catch his attention. a practice at deftness, while getting to know someone new? jing yuan is a fan. while he may be incredibly chagrined to be here in the first place, he will always take the opportunity to learn about others, to greet new faces.

sitting comfortably on a plush sofa with one leg tucked beneath him, jing yuan smiles openly, easily. he's still dressed in his military suit, but he seems at ease in it, though it is beginning to feel a little stuffy. no matter. he'll shrug off the coat if it grows too warm. ]

Please, friend, feel free to go first, if you like.

[ whoever has the opportunity to wake up beside jing yuan will find that he is not an easy man to rouse. he sleeps comfortably on his side, his shaggy head cradled beneath one strong arm, warm sunlight pouring in behind him to filter through the mass of his fluffy hair.

also, he's nude?? or mostly nude. thankfully the plush down blankets keep him covered from the waist down.

he's not accustomed to sleeping in unknown places, however, so he does stir after a moment, blinking bleary golden eyes, though he does not yet lift his head. a soft chuckle rolls in his chest, and he covers a yawn with his knuckles, looking for all the world like a lazy cat in a morning sunbeam. ]

Good morning.

[ did they spend the night together? is this someone entirely new? either way, jing yuan seems entirely unbothered. ]

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