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Quentin Smith, 23

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[pharmacy]

[ The touch skating through his hair makes him feel heavy, covered. It's tempting to let the conversation slide away with it. With a sigh, Quentin's arms wind tighter around him, face buries against his stomach. ] 

You would never lose your heart. [ A kiss below Jin Guangyao's navel before he unwinds and leans back in his seat. His hands draw long against to catch Jin Guangyao's. ] But I get your point. Just...don't let anyone bully you. Once you know what you think.

[poorlittlesange]

[Jin Guangyao allows his hands to be collected from Quentin's hair, laces their fingers together, and maintains the gentleness in his eyes. it isn't hard to do, looking down at Quentin's face; this man coaxes the compassion and tenderness from his heart in a fashion reminiscent of both Qin Su and Lan Xichen. he lifts one of Quentin's hands to kiss the angle of his wrist once, gently.]

Gongzi is very kind to worry, [another soft kiss across a blue vein,] but I will be fine.

[he considers Quentin through his eyelashes.] Does gongzi have any plans for tonight? [the unspoken suggestion being: Jin Guangyao could be plans. u know, just sayin.]

[pharmacy]

[ He watches the purse and press of Jin Guangyao's mouth as he silently inventories the things he has to do tonight. Eat. Study. Clean. Try to sleep. Try to dream. But his fingers uncurl along Jin Guangyao's cheek, fiddle in his hair as Quentin chews the inside of his lip. Fucking hell. ]

I'm...pretty sure my schedule's open. But if we're gonna eat...lemme take you to the tavern. There's nothing upstairs.