anyway, jing yuan does not stir when jiaoqiu leaves the bed - odd, really, considering his militaristic reflexes - but not only had the party exhausted him, the familiar scent of someone he knew nearby was more than enough to settle the alarm bells going off behind closed eyelids.
so on he sleeps, until a gentle voice rouses him, and jing yuan's eyes flicker open. ]
Ah, mm.. [ using his knuckles to wipe the sleep from his eyes, jing yuan chuckles, the sound sleepy and rough. ] .. I did not, good doctor. How nice it is to meet you again, Jiaoqiu-xiansheng.
aftercare;
anyway, jing yuan does not stir when jiaoqiu leaves the bed - odd, really, considering his militaristic reflexes - but not only had the party exhausted him, the familiar scent of someone he knew nearby was more than enough to settle the alarm bells going off behind closed eyelids.
so on he sleeps, until a gentle voice rouses him, and jing yuan's eyes flicker open. ]
Ah, mm.. [ using his knuckles to wipe the sleep from his eyes, jing yuan chuckles, the sound sleepy and rough. ] .. I did not, good doctor. How nice it is to meet you again, Jiaoqiu-xiansheng.